Strawberry Lake, fed by Strawberry River and Strawberry Creek, all of which made you want to fish!I loved how the clouds reflected in the water.
This area was red soil. 
Purple aster like flowers lined the road.I didn't get a picture, but we stopped for lunch at at gas station/truck stop. The owner was a New Zealander, and I had a hamburger "Kiwi style", which meant with a fried egg atop the meat.
It was yummy!
We ate as a the two year old son of the waitress experimented with unscrewing the top of the salt and pepper shakers and "seasoning" the Kiwi's lunch.
Cute little baby! Busy, busy boy.
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