The incense of evergreens and the cathedral quality light sifting through giant sequoias evoked solemn silence as we strolled through Sequoia National Park. Once we moved past the people congregated near General Sherman, the largest living thing in existence, the quiet enveloped us. Sequoia was much less crowded than Yosemite. Fortunately, campground neighbors warned us to begin the long and winding drive into Yosemite around five a.m. to avoid the crowds. By the time we left Yosemite at noon, the line of vehicles waiting to enter stretched on for miles, around bend after bend in the road. I enjoyed seeing the waterfalls and the vista from Glacier Point, but sharking for parking spaces as the morning wore on got to be a nuisance. Wildflowers in both parks were amazing.