Coyote Crossing

Kayak the Mojave!

When John C Fremont “discovered” the Mojave River, he named it the Inconstant River after its habit of trickling for a few miles in a rocky narrows in what’s now Victorville, and again in Afton Canyon, and elsewhere and between running merely as a

Speaking of extreme weather in the Mojave

They’re having a bit of water over at the other edge of the Mojave Desert, in the St. George Utah area.

Zion NP is closed due to flooding on the Virgin River, and they’re evacuating towns downstream possibly including St. George itself. Again,

Weather Report From Granite Cove

In this morning’s email, a message from Jim Andre (director of UC Riverside’s Sweeney Granite Mountains Desert Research Center) (reposted with permission):

Hey folks, not sure if I sent this link to you but we have a new real-time weather station

This is weather in the Mojave

Via Morongo Bill and The Guzzler, this is a result of a somewhat stronger than normal rainstorm in the Mojave Desert. This happened on US 395 just south of the Owens Valley and north of Ridgecrest.

That’s a small storm. In Summer 1997 a somewhat

There’s Snow in the Mojave Desert Today

Ruth has pictures of the Antelope Valley. There’s three inches of snow forecast on Las Vegas Boulevard.

And reader Warren sent me the video here, but it doesn’t look like Northwestern Arizona to me. (Turn down the sound for that one. In fact,

Gray

The first storm of winter will come a day from now, or two. At noon today the clouds arrived, a cirrus haze thin as a knife’s edge. Over Nevada the sky was still pale turquoise, but gray lowered in the west.

By two the sky was wrapped in

Regarding The Raven

I walked out into the desert today after an afternoon of thunderstorms. The sun set, as it will, and I sat in the darkening on the gravel berm of the unmaintained road I’d walked along for a half hour or so.

The night desert sky, pale northward

Letters from the desert: Raven Moon

Full moon a glint in The Raven’s eye and it drenches us in light. Sable sky bears a feathery sheen upon it. A moon-suffused cool smolder masks the stars.

Joshua trees raise arms toward the pale night sky. The Raven’s shoulder fits beneath my own.