When I had driven along the gravel road for a while, I came to a crossing which seemed that it could be the place where I was supposed to turn right according to Google maps. Except that the road to the right was closed by a gate. And forwards the road shrank to two tracks, not really fit for my plain car. Luckily, I had seen a car being parked on another road that had forked off just a few hundred metres before. So I went back, took that road, and by the car I found a guy who as kind to give me directions to get to Lake Phelps on roads he knew were open. That led me deeper into the wildlife refuge than I had expected, but I can't complain. It was gorgeous to drive through here.