There's a small dry mountain just north of camp... if you walk up around that point on its eastern slope you unexpectedly come upon the essence of life in the desert...
In generations past a small spring or a seep was found against the rock wall of the mountain. Some oft criticized rancher took it upon himself to dig it out, build up banks to hold more water, and come back on occasion to clean out silt and keep it open.
The tank provides a secure source of water in this parched desert...
It feeds its life to more than cattle. Birds, Coyotes, Rabbits, Quail, anything living within twenty miles of this tank will be visiting this spot.
There's none of these up Montana way just now... except maybe the ones Auntie Emma dried and has gathering dust on the mantle!
Even the knobby tired dirt bikers come here for their needs; The unending lust to bruise their spleens and livers on the Whopp Dee Do's must be satisfied. :)
But the question remains... which of these is the sunrise... and which is the sunset?
Not a bad place to be stuck waiting on truck repairs... and gain some inspiration for story spinning.
Waiting out another bit of weather