At first I was disappointed that I wouldn’t see the sunrise on the rock, it glistening red no the horizon, but then I realized that the local chatter was true: we were seeing the rock as few people ever get to see it, in the rain with waterfalls and a distinctive hue.
The rock looked purplish and red. Waterfalls abounded. Water holes were filled. I loved it!
As is so often the case, the scale of the rock is hard to describe.