Dec 12, 2021
8 min read
The Jukebox
What a weird day
Badwater Creek held no water, bad or otherwise. A track of cracked, dry mud, it snaked across the brown plateau, a promise of life unfulfilled. Dead trees and brown grasses clustered near its banks, a dismal landscape broken only here and there by knots of greenery. At certain times — following a storm or when snowmelt flowed down from the distant mountains in early summer — the rush of water resurrected the land…
