The next morning, we headed back out, but this time to Kings Canyon. You're driving along roads carved into almost vertical cliffs (the same road as the one to Sequoia). It's scary, but the views are stunning. It's a very long drive and incredibly picturesque. And everywhere you stop, there's a light breeze in your face. Simply delicious.

The canyon itself isn't anything supernatural; I wouldn't go a second time. It looks like the gorge from the movie 'Kidnapping, Caucasian Style'. Standing there—the view of the lake from a point you reach by driving for about 15 minutes through the forest on a Russian-style village road (it's called Panoramic Point, and it's seriously cool).

And the lake itself, when you look at the mountains from the valley (Hume Lake). They are almost at the very entrance, so it's easy to visit. Otherwise (the canyon itself)—it's cool, but if you don't have time to drive the road (it takes 2-3 hours one way, and then you have to come back)—don't worry about it. Grizzly Falls, for example, is nothing unusual. But that's only if you're saving time. If not, drive and enjoy.)

We kept going. On the way, we drove along a road where a landslide had occurred just a few hours earlier, and about 40 meters of the road were completely buried under rocks and sand. If something like that collapses, there's no way to escape... Phew, moments like that make you feel uneasy...

Yeah, we all walk under the same sky. Although, why be upset, when that sky was confidently leading us not just anywhere, but to the great Yosemite...