When we were at K's Rock in Utah, it felt as if the desert reached its peak bloom. It had rained hard the week before, and I suspect that every flower came out to play after that moisture.
You can see the purplish hue to the ground in front of the rock. That was mainly Larkspurs, which I'll show some closeup photos of later.
I think that I also had K on my mind, which is part of why I felt so worried about R's malaise. It seemed like Shyla picked up on my mood one day as she sat next to me on K's rock, laying her head down and looking pensive.