Dust Devils

Photo my own.

First time I learned about the Valley was from an old skinny dipper named Chip soaking in a cliff-side hot pool somewhere in Idaho. He told me about springs with names like Wizard and Volcano, about bats that skimmed the water at dusk, about humans that ate mushrooms and orchestrated softball games on the desert floor.

I left in the dark, 700 miles and a raspy-voiced girl called Honey between me and the Valley. I picked her up in western…