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I was in paradise once again: Jackson Hole, Wyoming is a place like no other. I awoke early this morning, as is usually the case, to a clear and dare I say crisp (-18 F) start to the day. Still dark @ 6 am I warmed up the car for 10 minutes, grabbed a cup of coffee from the Rustic Inn’s breakfast buffet and then headed off to Oxbow Bend. By the time I reached Moran Junction the sky was turning an amazing pink/lavender/purple/blue. You just don’t see that color display in the Midwest. What caught my eye this morning was the fog on the Snake River. Constantly changing with the slight temperature variations and a light breeze, the fog ebbed and flowed, “snaked”, always providing for a different view of the river and surrounding area.