Meadow Valley Wash, cradled in the Ash Meadows Herd Management Area, took what rain it could get.
Two flavors fell.
In the summer, tightly packed downbursts, dense drill bits pierced the hard earth.
In the winter, rains over the Meadow Valley Wash opened up and spread out across the Great Basin like a rippling veil.
Blackbrush and sage, bitterbrush and cliffrose drank it all in.
