I find these wild flowers add to the mystique of the mountain.
There are the Pink Ones.
Along the dusty road.
The Little Purple Ones.
Their beauty prompts people to stop and take a snapshot.
They are almost everywhere.
Even if the mountain is almost dry again.
Except for little streams like this.
Even the water trough is empty.
I just dunno if the well is empty too.
I bet it is!