I slurp down two large cups. The full moon lights up the surrounding desert and nearby mountains. This is the granddaddy of water holes east of Yuma in the lower Colorado Desert. It must be two in the morning and the temperature is still over 90 degrees. When the sun reaches its zenith in 10 hours or so, the temperature will climb over 115.
Few people come here in the summer.
Anglos, putting too much trust in a machine or themselves, have expired out here as well. This desert is one of the few places without handrails left in our country. A day without water here would likely be a last day. It's not sympathetic to humans. But I'm not here to see people.