I believe the world is incomprehensibly beautiful.
I also believe places that only seem to exist in books have a way of transcending curiosity to spirituality, if you will. White Pocket is one of those places.
Located on the Paria Plateau of the Vermilion Cliffs, White Pocket impresses the most adventurous souls. The swirling, twisted, and contorted sandstone in reds, pinks and oranges contrast bleach-white pockets of limestone.
First impressions remind some of what walking on Mars might feel like, or possibly a walk through a field of orange sherbet. My first impression told me there was a cloud I wanted to climb.
The road to White Pocket is uncertain with directions possibly reflecting the way it used to be, like turning at the second ranch and being wary of deep sand and muddy ruts. For me…
It was exactly where I was meant to be.
A pessimist sees only the dark side of the clouds, a philosopher sees both sides and shrugs, and an optimist doesn’t see clouds as all, she is walking on them.
Ah yes, the chance to walk on clouds, the chance to walk into images from faraway places in travel magazines, and know it was a weekend jaunt for me was all the determination I needed.
Others? A slide down bacon rock (named by me) is quite fun.
And catching a wave is necessary.
Every corner seems to invite us to another place, a place to wow, or a spiritual place to simply reflect about this beautiful place we all call home.
And you know, I love the times that I find myself in the middle of nowhere, because in the middle of nowhere is where I find myself.
Priscilla, thank you for the inspiration in Getting To Know You. For me adventure is soul-searching at it’s best. The camera? It is just along for the ride.
Wind Kisses, Donna