I got as far as Smoke Creek before I turned around. (I was 25 miles from the oil and the days are short.) I was surprised by how much water was flowing. In this part of the Great Basin, the word "creek" often means "dry wash." Above the confluence, Rush Creek had water in it, too. But, more impressive than the trickle, was the cottonwood gallery: A dozen ancient trees superimposed on a landscape of basalt, sagebrush, and desiccating wind.
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