When I asked William James, manager for Dreamland Safari Tours, which day tour he recommended, he quickly replied, “White Pocket. It’s an alien planet!” We’d been pondering signing up for one of the rare day passes given out by lottery to Northern Arizona’s famous The Wave, but the chances of winning that, along with needing a permit and a four-wheel drive vehicle (neither of which we had), had us taking a look around and what else was out there that could offer a similar experience as the Wave without needing a permit or locating an off-road vehicle of our own. “Definitely White Pocket,” said James.
His recommendation didn’t disappoint. Located southwest of the Wave in the Vermilion Cliffs Wilderness, we bounced along with two other couples in a four-wheel drive Suburban operated by Dreamland, across deeply rutted back-country roads before finally arriving after a three-hour drive to one of the more jaw-dropping experiences we had in the Southwest.
Panaramic view of White Pocket. (Click on the icon to embiggen the panorama.)
While others can more accurately describe the geology behind pools, pock marks, and twisted sandstone striations of red, orange, yellow, and white, all I can offer up is: Alien planet, indeed! White Pocket looks like a mud wallow for monstrous creatures; a place where the hands of ancient giants grabbed, pulled, and pawed their way through the sandstone cliffs like a sculptor working his way through a pile of clay trying to find and release the art within.
My first thirty minutes there was spent on my belly trying to photograph a tiny shelf of sandstone that had been slowly worn away over centuries. By the time I stood up and dusted myself off, the rest of the group had moved a quarter mile on. Everywhere I turned were surreal compositions formed by rock, weather, and time. It was going to be a long day getting through all of the Pocket, and that absolutely was okay by me.
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As our time in Kanab wore on we'd find ourselves driving frequently past the entrance to Best Friends Animal Sanctuary, and we knew at some point we needed to pay a visit.
With Springdale to its west and Moab to its east, both flourishing from several decades of tourist boom, Kanab still seems like a forgotten step-child - unwilling or unable to catch up.
Following a now established ritual of beginning our daily treks with coffee at The Rock Stop in Orderville, we decided to spend the next two days in and around Zion National Park.
The afternoon of our second day in Southern Utah was spent, again, in Arizona, hiding out from a driving rain and windstorm in Page, after stopping off at Glen Canyon Dam
There is an unquantifiable magic for me about the desert. Beyond the breathtaking and commanding vistas is a feeling of being in a place that is removed from everywhere else; a space that feels out of time, and one that is a shelter from the...