A doublecomplete rainbow comes with consequences. Like about a zillion gallons of rain-cut mud pounding off every dry waterfall slot this side of the Henry Mountains. The drainage for this plateau is actually supposed to run the other way. Forget that. Too much water fell on the sandrock. So much dirt in there, you could float a pewter cow. It's chocolate milk, or rust pudding, or chundered sienna. Funny how shy the desert is with water. When the stuff comes down, she doesn't know what to do with it. One hundred fifty feet of Wingate cliff and gravity at better than eight pounds per gallon, slightly lighter than the 18lb/gal barium drilling muds that just plugged that pesky hole out under Louisiana. Difference is, the Nestlé Bunny is going to come boofing off this thing any second. Every parched rock was spouting and the thunder rolled. When it rains, it pours.