10/23/2025
White Pocket looks like someone handed the desert a paintbrush and said, “Go nuts.” I spent the time wandering through what felt like a dream someone forgot to wake up from, layers of stone folded into color and shape like the earth couldn’t quite make up its mind. The air was still, the light was soft, and every rock looked like it had a story that started a few million years before mine. Nights out here make you realize how small you are, but in the good way, the kind that makes you breathe slower and stay a while.