It was raining the night we arrived at the Alvord Desert. The plan had been to run a lap around the desert, but the first steps onto the playa revealed that this would not be as feasible as we had hoped. While the following day brought clear skies, the typically dry lake bed had become saturated, transforming the surface into something between wet clay and quicksand. Each step became an exercise in excavation with plate-sized patches of earth clinging to my shoes. Very strange.
The preceding downpour had not yet escaped the deep desert. Rainwater two fingers deep extended for miles in all directions.
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