My next destination was Sequoia NP just to the south of Kings Canyon. (Sequoias are trees - really, really big trees - in case you didn't know.) The grandaddy of the forest is General Sherman, who is the world's largest known living thing. He stands at 83.3m with a base circumference of 31.3m. The trunk is an whopping 1487 cubic metres. He stands among an army of sequoias of slightly smaller but similar proportions so it's pretty mind-blowing and difficult to leave without a crink in the neck.
I left the Sierra Nevada for the hot valley below and crossed to the Pacific Coast through dry but pretty hills and vineyards and popped out at a cutsie little town called Cambria, shrouded in fog. It's a bit like California's version of Nimbin by the look of the people in the streets.
I day-tripped north along a windy coastal Hwy 1 to a village called Big Sur where I did a few short hikes along the rugged beaches, cliffs and hills. The area reminds me a lot of Victoria's Great Ocean Road, right down to the eucalypts planted in every gully.
One interesting stop I made along the way was Hearst Castle. Hearst was a media magnate many years ago who had a fascination with European architecture and art so he decided to build a bit of Europe on the Californian coast. The castle is spectacular, sitting all alone on the top of a hill, overlooking the ocean and the wealth that Hearst must have accumulated was obviously vast. The whole place, while now owned by the State Park Service, seemed a bit show-offy but was worth the visit just to see how the mega-wealthy choose to spend their money.