For some reason today I am drawn to water scenes, thoughts of ponds with water lilies and magical pockets of water caught in high rocks of red sandstone. There are water falls which only occur once a year in a short span of the monsoons of Nevada (that is a span of 10 days). When fellow hikers see that it has occurred they hike out to the spot knowing that it will only be there for a very short time. After the initial few days or sometimes even just a few hours the water recedes and is soaked up by the enormous thirst of the desert and it is gone until the next year. The wait is well worth it to see a water fall being created by the Great Mother of Nature itself in a storm of rain and then to see it die just as quickly but much more quietly is a sadness which is included in the price of admission.