WHAT HAPPENED ON AMBOY ROAD, or HOW TO GET TO WONDER VALLEY
We drove through the park in a panic, which is exactly the opposite way one should drive through parks, but we had only one notch of gasoline left and we had to get there. Dads of families waved at us from behind their steering wheels, cut and dry gestures laced with head nods popping up, buoys in a sea of American pastime. We stopped to read a sign.
A rampaging tide of white-capped, muddy water roars through, sweeping with it every poorly anchored thing in its path. Plants like Smoke Tree, Desert Willow, Ironwood, and Palo Verde sip long and slowly from the wash’s groundwater.