As night fell we rushed to set up camp, starting with a hot, crackling fire.  The coyote’s song echoed in the distance celebrating the end of yet another fragrant Spring day, anticipating happy hunting hours to come. The Tetons receded into silhouettes following the setting sun to its appointed journey. We felt so blessed to be alive, and to be there, with this impossibly beautiful wilderness campsite all to ourselves… out there, by a bend of the Buffalo fork of the Snake river; somewhere in wide, wonderful Wyoming…riverbend