All these towns are blending into each other. If I don’t write in my journal on the day, I have forgotten where we were by the next day.
This night, we were in Fresno. I called it Fresco. Probably because it sounded like Frisco, another place we had stayed in another night.
Anyway, nothing noteworthy to mention on Fresno.
However, getting there was noteworthy. We visited the Sequoia National Park on the way. Wowee! It had was is thought to be the biggest tree in the world.
On the way, I was contemplating: What makes it the biggest tree? Is it the height? Is it the circumference? No, to both of those. It was the density of the wood.
It was a beautiful forest and it was wonderful to wander about in really fresh, clean air.