Purple was in good supply. There were brodiaeas (they were everywhere, I don't know why I don't have a picture), lupines, vetches, and even a few penstemons and delphiniums.
I really like this dandelion relative, but I don't know the name. (My botany skills are limited the further east I go.)
Here's some Castilleja with purple Vicia and somekind of yellow boragenaceous plant.
There were a few corrals at the beginning of the road that were filled with tidytips (Layia platyglossa).
Birds-eye gillia was sparse but beautiful.
Some Zigadenus. I told my family that this was death camas, the plant that was sometimes mistaken for camas, the edible bulb of native american and pioneer fame.
There was a sward of them.
Here's a poor picture of a lone yellow Calochortus, for any Calochortus aficianados out there (mmw).
And last on the tour, is a personal favorite: cream cups (Platystemon californicus).
Alas, from this time forth, every California wildflower is bittersweet.