When I was nine years old, my parents bought a second home in Sun Valley, Idaho. I am forever grateful to them for that decision. Sun Valley became my second home and a great love. I grew up playing My Little Pony and Strawberry Shortcake in in the streams. I created dams with the rocks. Slip and sliding in the grass. I learned to ski here. I made great friends with the locals. I hiked. I learned to ride horses. It was a real second home.
I’m here now with my kids. We have been riding bikes, playing in the stream, going up Bald Mountain and hanging with family and friends. I’m not sure what it is about this place, but it is magical. Watching my kids do the same things I did as a kid here brings me so much joy. I see them getting all muddy in the streams and I love it. I think to myself, “Yes. Get muddy. Dig around in the mud. Feel it in between your toes. Play and roll in the grass. Ride your bike as fast as you can. Live. Live well.”
I love that I can walk in the restaurants and stores where they took their first steps and tell them about it and at the same time have memories of myself as a child in the same places. So cool.
Today we took a chairlift up to the top of the mountain for lunch. We had all three generations. It was so beautiful. My dad shared stories of when there was just one chair lift and they put a rope across your lap. He shared stories of hiking the mountain with his parents. We reminisced about the different ski runs we have loved and for a beat everyone was quiet. Soaking it in and reliving neat memories,
and for my kids making first-time memories. Pretty special.
Knowing this place, being in this place is a blessing. I love Sun Valley!