KNOLL LAKE AND RIDING THE RIM 300

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 We went fishing and camping a few days at Knoll Lake north of Payson, Arizona. We only caught two small trout but the scenery was great. We came back home by way of the Colonel Crook or Rim Road 300. It's high atop the Mogollon Rim. We saw some beautiful views.

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