We are having a family reunion of sorts. My dad's brothers and their families are enjoying a brief respite in Sun Valley, soaking up the bits of summer that are left before fall returns to claim us once more. My youngest cousin Robin has grown up too quickly, and is headed to 'Old Miss this fall, meaning I am officially old. As tour guide to these young souls, I thought it only fitting that we bring a quiver of firearms and ammo up a winding and beautiful dirt road to truly experience the un-tread Idaho. Besides one cut endured from the kickback of a WWII sniper rifle passed down to my boyfriend, we left unscathed and with some hearing left. I don't shoot guns or hold them or touch them (honestly they absolutely terrify me) but I did shoot my camera, and captured a few moments of these young men playing wild west.
