As remote as White Pocket is, I encountered two to three tour groups every day. Fortunately, most of them were only interested in afternoon short hikes and a few snap shots. They were long gone before sunset, when I emerged from my afternoon nap and started to do real work. It worked well for the first two days. Things went down hill on the third day, there came a Japanese photography tour group. They were a determined group with a single purpose in mind, that was to congregate on anyone who had a tripod. At one point, my frustration overtook my concentration that I dropped my camera on the ground. Ten minutes later, my friend David knocked his tripod over, with the camera and his priced Leica lens.
There were talks about starting a permit system at White Pocket just like the Coyote Butts to protect the fragile landscape. Now I can see why it is necessary.
After a frustrating evening, I decided to do some night photography. Night time at White Pocket is a magic moment. I had the whole area to myself, with the companion of some coyotes. Although I knew the coyotes do not attack human, the coyote sing under the night sky still made my hairs standing up. It was two days before the full moon. The ground was so well lit that I did not have any trouble to capture the foreground.