Ketchum, Idaho in the heart of the scenic Sawtooth Mountain Range is quickly becoming my second favorite town although its a close second to beer can (Burien.) Where else can you find an outdoor symphony or Huckabilly banjo concert  every Monday, and kerchief-necked mongrels wandering the streets?

The famous and infamous wander the roads of Sun Valley without a paparazzi in sight. Even yours truly, despite her reputation as an avid star stalker minds her “p’s” and “q’s” and keeps to her side of the street. Well, there was that one time that Tom and I lingered over lunch (our second of the day) in order to eves-drop on Arnold and Maria who sat at the table next to us. But that was when I was younger and less mature. Now I have stealthier ways of conducting my spying. However, for those who live year-round or part-time in Ketchum, the star attraction continues to be the healthy life style that all of the locals partake in—well, most of the locals.

Fluffy people do not live in the Sawtooth Mountain range.

I fully anticipate a “No fatties” sign characterized by what else, but a large portioned person with an X marked in the middle of the picture. Of course no one says, “Slightly overweight folks are not welcome.” Its just a feeling as one wanders through the Atkinson Market among the taut, tanned, healthy people of all ages.

Everyone is friendly.

Yes, you heard me correctly. Taut, tanned, fit and friendly. Horse puckey—even the horses are fit.

So for now, its back to beer can, where a person can drive into old Burien instead of choosing the healthy mode a transportation—walking or dare I say it? Biking.