Chapter 9When almost to the boat, Radhi stopped paddling the raft. He wondered why the coffee pot was floating in the lake. The spout stuck up like a periscope on a surfacing submarine, surrounded by floating flotsam and jetsam.
Oscar put down his oar. “What happened?”
“The wind?” Radhi wasn’t sure. Rowing closer, the campsite came into view, or where it should have been. Rocky rubble and mud replaced their tidy arrangement. The grill, charcoal bag, camp chairs, and other supplies were nowhere to be seen. “It’s good we weren’t there.”
“Flash flood?” Oscar asked.
“You can see where it crashed down that gully from the cliff. I should have suspected.” Before they set up camp, he’d scanned for flooding risk, always a consideration in the desert. They didn’t want to pick a place with signs
