The Snake River
June 25, 2010
I spent every summer for years kicking around Jackson Hole – enough that I never understood what the big deal was. So I was excited to head into Jackson while we were in Idaho visiting Grandma Boyer. We made a pit stop at an extremely low Snake River. (Two days later, after a week of rain and melting snow, the river was back to over, completely taking over the spots where these pictures were taken.)
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