http://travel.nytimes.com/2013/08/11/travel/your-own-private-idaho.html?_r=0

The “Entering Stanley, Idaho” sign seemed more like a friendly
warning than a welcome. “Population 63,” it read, as if to say: Congratulations,
you’ve made it to the middle of nowhere. Stanley is the entry point to the
Sawtooth Valley, a time warp of a place with four saloons, five mountain ranges
and not much else. My husband, Josh, our two children and I had driven three
hours from Boise along an empty, winding two-lane scenic byway for a week of
summer adventure. Still, as we strolled down deserted, dusty Wall Street looking
for a lunch spot, it was hard not to wonder: Where is everyone?

We'll be back in McCall in a few days.