
“Ich komme schon durch manches Land,
Avec que la marmotte”
(“I wandered many distant lands,
My marmot was with me” – my own translation).
Goethe’s lyrics, changing from German to French, implied a gentle Savoyard, a boy-wanderer, a street performer with tenderness toward his pet marmot. Intrigued, I asked my music teacher back then how did the marmot look. She said, “Like a squirrel.”
That was not true.
Finally I met my marmot face to face, and discovered that it was larger, fluffier, redder, and much more curious and industrious (intelligent?) than your regular gray squirrel. In Sequoia National Park, fat long-tailed marmots take positions around granite boulders along the trails waiting for picnickers. The Park administration warns against feeding wildlife, and seasoned Park regulars like to relay stories about marmots ripping sandwiches out of the hands of exhausted tourists, attacking baby strollers, and gnawing on car tires.








Soon after dinner the sun disappeared behind the mountain ranges, and the dark sky opened up like a treasure chest of sparkling diamonds. We joined an astronomical evening program, Wonders of the Night Sky, offered by the Sequoia Field Institute to the Lodge guests.
Our guide took a large group of adults and children to a dark meadow, where she was pointing to the familiar constellations and retelling ancient legends about Big and Little Dipper, Scorpio and Sagittarius.
We had big plans for the morning, and retired early. Our clean and cozy room in one of the three-story cottages was decorated with humorous dancing bear paintings by William Holbrook Beard, which seemed especially fitting and had its calming effect on me. That night, in the midst of an endless forest with roaming bears and preying marmots, I slept like a baby.


In the afternoon, we made another short and enticing route to the Tokopah Falls, where the majority of my personal [historic] marmot encounters were taking place.
One of the longest in California, a 1200 ft waterfall is formed by Marble Fork Kaweah River whose crystal-clear waters cascade down and float sparklingly along the vast granite planes.
The trail to the waterfall is exceptionally beautiful. It runs among the various coniferous trees and low-growing flowers, like brilliant blue larkspur, fuzzy pussy paws, and bright-pink carpets of yellow-throated gilia.
The next day, we joined a group tour with a local company, Sequoia Sightseeing Tours.While it is always nice to roam the Park on your own, many of its top attractions are scattered around and are rather far from each other. Besides, it is easier to navigate the winding mountainous roads with a local driver/guide who spent his whole life in the area and knows it so much better than any visitor.
During out tour we visited the Giant Forest and the largest live tree in the world The General Sherman Tree. This majestic unbelievable sequoia reaches 275 ft and weighs approximately 1385 ton. It is believed to be 2100 years old, and still growing.

By the time our weekend at Sequoia National Park was over I knew why this oldest national park in California, founded in 1890, continues to attract millions of visitors every year, and why all its guidebooks are written in superlatives.
To book overnight accommodations at Wuksachi Lodge, and for more information, call (866) 807-3598 or visit: www.visitsequoia.com.
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