I had just finished my morning shoot and was scrambling along some boulders when my buddy, David (http://500px.com/dthompson), comes along and asks, "Do you wanna hate yourself now or later?"
"Why?" My heart was already sinking.
"Just asking... Do you wanna hate yourself now or later?"
"F*ck it... Tell me now..."
"That vantage point with the sheer cliff we were looking for- it's over there." He pointed to the west of us.
He proceeded to show me the goods that he got on his camera, and I'm thinking to myself, "F*****ck me... From SoCal I've driven 500+ miles of highway and 61 miles of dirt road, got caught out in the open and drenched in a massive thunderstorm, got stabbed in the foot by cacti, hiked several miles, and endured a miserable night's sleep only to discover this? I hate myself..."
There was still time before the light got really harsh, so I figured I might as well take a look at what I'd missed and maybe take some shots if there was anything that could be made from it.
When we got here, it was already bright out, but we saw the light was getting diffused by the clouds. David looked at me, "You know, that actually looks pretty cool!"
We dropped our bags, unfolded our tripods, and started scrambling up the boulders on the edge of the 3000-foot drop. There was another photog already there and we started shooting away with him. The whole time we're all commenting on how challenging the post-processing is gonna be, if it can even be done at all. I thought to myself, "If I can get one decent shot out of this, I won't feel so bad" Soon, the flare was too much to handle and we had to wrap it up. We made our introductions and shared a few minutes of conversation with our new acquaintance, Arnaud (http://500px.com/ArnaudD), then hiked back to our campsite. Then we were off to White Pocket.