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White PocketNorthwest, AZ
Northwest, AZ
Hiking avatar Oct 05 2016
AZWanderingBear
Hiking2.30 Miles 500 AEG
Hiking2.30 Miles
500 ft AEG
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After Cottonwood Cove, our convoy passed Poverty Draw and it's ramshackle and unused ranch ruins. We slalomed our vehicles downhill in the curving sand road to the ample parking lot at White Pocket. The short walk to the edge of the White Pocket formation is akin to falling down the rabbit hole into another world, an amazing world.

After all the red sandstone of the morning, the bleached white cauliflower formations that make White Pocket so unique was almost an assault on our senses. It was so...different...unexpected....weird. I know that the hematite in the red sandstone has been leached from the white rocks of the White Pocket. Actually to an extraordinary degree to the point that low areas are collections of Moqui Marbles, the iron minerals waterborne from the stone forming iron marbles by congealing around a single grain of sand. Many were over an inch in length resembling rusty red almonds on steroids. The blood of the red rocks had run out and reformed into iron nodules. But the shape of the white sandstone, not layered like the other rock around it, instead taking on the look of a head of cauliflower or perhaps the surface of a brain with the skull stripped away remains a mystery to me and apparently to geologists. There are theories, but no one is certain how the White Pockets came to be.

Not that everything is white. The areas where the white met the deep reds in steep uplifts only to swirl down in waves that dropped into the earth were dizzying and delightful. We wandered fairly aimlessly about, drawn from one rocky beauty to another, ceasing to wonder how and why choosing to just enjoy the what of it all.

The shadows were getting long and we had many miles of sandy road to travel back to our camp and dinner at Stateline. We dropped down the southern dunes to take in the petroglyph panel and the pottery sherds and corn cobs that remain in the huge alcove to the south. I wonder what the folks who made those pots and shelled that corn thought of this place?

We took the longer, but easier road to the south past the still working ranch passing a couple of cowboys also headed in for the evening. It had been a long day, so dinner was quick, the conversations short but appreciative of the day's experience.

Our trip was nearing its terminus. White Pocket was an apex point of the adventure we'd begun 9 days earlier.
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