...about being prepared and other aspects of "Boy Scout Camping," I blew it. It was 20 degrees colder than I expected at White Pocket, a remote and magical area in the northernmost part of Arizona. I had frozen water bottles and ice inside my vehicle windows and had left my down sleeping bag behind. I was grateful for the firewood my husband loaded for me before I left and for other emergency kit - type stuff that saved my bacon.
Other than that, I have nothing to complain about. There were four of us, all photographers, and all hopelessly in love with this unparalleled landscape. From moon set/sunrise to the soft colors of dusk, there's a lot to like about White Pocket.
The White Pocket gallery can be found here.