
A month before, lightning strikes had sparked one of the worst fires in the East Mojave’s history. 71,000 acres burned in the course of a couple days.
My friend Matthew and I headed for the burn area to see it for ourselves.
The temperature
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I took it upon myself to answer the implied question I posed here, about the existence — or lack thereof — of surviving piñon pines in the Mid-Hills.
I drove up into the burn zone Tuesday for my first thorough look at the place. I’d been up there
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It is raining, a little. The wind off the little storm front brings the temperature down to a positively comfortable level. It’s almost cool. Not even 80°, and the scent of wet juniper and rock hangs in the air.
How long has it been since I’d
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