Lining the shoulder for mile after mile. Nice scent.
Wild horses above the springs.
Couldn't get a good picture; but there were dozens of these flying around this oasis. They would land for a second or so on the shrub pictured, but not to feed. Otherwise, they remained in constant motion.
Did not expect to see these.
Remarkable: masses of striking deep-blue flowers, glossy dark green foliage on venerable twisted branches. A feast for the eyes.
Hundreds of these hurrying underfoot.
Abundant everywhere on this trip in the Cottonwood Mountains.
I followed this bee to the creosote flower, where it was instantly stilled in the jaws of a flower spider. In fact, I'd not seen the arachnid either....
Josh thought there might be the remains of a beetle at the base of this one... evidently not. We found a few just poking up out of the sand of a recently dried-out wash.