While we were in the desert, very few flowers were blooming so we focused more on the big picture of astounding rocks sculpted by wind and rain.
Then, to our delight, the Runner found some red Indian Paintbrush up on top of some rocks that he climbed.
He found a low angle way to climb up to the top with me so that I could see them. My spine won't let me go straight up rock faces like he can do! I was so happy to see this sign of spring.
They were desert Indian Paintbrush, eking out a fragile existence by growing in the cracks among the rocks.
Those were the only fully blooming flowers that we saw while in the desert. Thank goodness that we went there for more than the flowers. Watching R romp in the desert made us smile as much as any flower.