This morning, I drove north through the valley. The road runs along the mountain foothills where they reach the desert floor. The heat is nearly unimaginable. The road has multiple signs warning of flash flood danger. They look about as silly as the signs in the mountains warning to carry tire chains. At the right time of year, both of them become deadly serious, as the sand streaks across the road make quite clear. Near the northern end, the paved road turns east into Grapevine Canyon. Immediately, the heat drops. It continues to drop as the road travels up the canyon, until it becomes almost bearable. Yuccas and other desert plants appear. Eventually, the road reaches a surreal sight in this empty desert, a large adobe house on the side of the cany
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