Spit in the Yellowstone.

 After driving 50 mph for 500 miles to break new truck here we sit right beside the Yellowstone. From the chair I sit in the river is less than ten feet away.  Rain is beginning to fall so may have to make this short. Tomorrow we head on to Missoula to pick up the new camper.  The sound of the river should lull us to sleep.  If Yellowstone park erupts in volcanic activity we are doomed, but what a nice way to go.