Driving through the Palouse is always a colorful adventure. About half way to the lake several yellow fields popped up and we finally found a place to safely pull over.
My all time favorite barn is now surrounded by little white flowers.
The road that leads directly to the lake is surrounded by mountains and fields that change each season.
Winding our way down the narrow dirt road a forest emerges.
Old farm equipment in a field on the lake road.
Leaving the lake and heading home, more fields of white flowers, fences and barns.
My mother grew up in a tiny town in Idaho and so she is a true Idaho girl, each time we head down the lake road and spot “the tree” she starts in to singing the Idaho state song and the kids must join in, And here we have Idaho…..