By: Wild One

Last year my family and I went camping in a canyon along a creek. It’s a place we go quite often. River rock fills the canyon floor, salt cedars line the bank, quail run through the wet sand of the low water line, and desert bighorn make several appearances to quench their thirst. The slick orange brown cliffs running along each side of the cool flowing water hide haul trucks and heavy equipment of the copper mine just on the other side. You would never know several small towns are just a hiking distance away.

And you would never see the heavy dark clouds of a monsoon sneaking up on you.
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