Ketchum

Sun Valley easily has the fanciest bathrooms in all ski lodge-dom. When the revolution comes, it's likely to make a quick stop here on the way to Aspen. Sun Valley is pretty low key though. It isn't crowded. Anywhere. Secondly, it seems like there is one senior citizen Sun Valley ski instructor/patrol for every two guests. This is a place for older locals and their multi-generational families, not hip, single people.

Horace is vocal about the discomforts of skiing, but he looks content here on his first gondola ride up Baldy.

Oh, our little big guy. He's not confident about many things. But he skied Baldy for three days! This is a steep mountain.

A constant 35 degree pitch, you see.

Jane remains confident. Anyway, look at these banquettes and carpet at the Seattle Ridge Day Lodge.

Let's be real. There was very little natural snow out there. But we enjoyed the sunshine and the lack of moss.

The Sun Valley History Museum is worth a visit. W. Averell Harriman put Ketchum on the map because he wanted a winter playground for himself and his glamorous friends. Convenient then to be chairman of the board of Union Pacific. Choo-choo, next stop, Idaho. Ofcourse, against the backdrop of Sun Valley's Hollywood heyday, Amtrak seems even more third world.
 

Jack Hemingway looked a lot like his father. Papa himself didn't seem like much of a skier. He was mostly photographed as an upland bird hunter. Lots of gun talk in his letters.