Every morning is a surprise

We've gotten into the habit of using up our daylight taking photos and
checking out the sights. That means we have (3 nights in a row) been
driving to a closed campsite, finding an unused tent spot, set up the
tent by car headlights, and waking to see where we've camped!

This morning the spot delivered on the promise the sounds had made
last night. We are 30-40 ft from the edge of the Snake River. The
river has cut a path, over centuries, about 20-30 ft below the flat
ground. That little valley insulated us last night from any wind.
Though Jackson dipped down into the thirties, I'd guess our spot
remained above forty degrees. No frost or ice. We won this round!