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.