Spring in Death Valley, End of the Visitor Season and Our Job

Spring has sprung in Death Valley, such as it is. We leapt from high 70's and low 80's to 105 degrees in less than a week, and it has stayed there. And to add insult to injury the wind has been howling. It's been blowing so much and so hard that a 30mph day is the new norm for a calm day. My satellite dish is rated for up to 50mph wind. It's been stowed more than it has been deployed for the last month. Despite repeatedly warning campers that their awnings and canopies were at risk, we have ended up with dozens of shredded canvases and bent awning arms and canopy legs piled up in front of our dumpsters. Many tents have simply disappeared into the desert. I'm sure there are salt cedars and mesquite trees with a variety of colored nylon in them somewhere, but with a geographic area the size of Connecticut it won't be soon seen. Absent this spring is a bloom. There has been virtually no moisture in a year. Normally a cloud burst ...