I’ll visit shops, stroll stores, Sun Valley Lodge, look around.
In search of what?
Who was he? Nobel prize winning writer – genius, enigma, or crazy man? Perhaps some of each. He lived large, recklessly, ferociously. Brilliantly, defiantly. Harsh critics say his first big novel was his best – all downhill from there.
He was writer – fine outrageous one. I doubt I’ll not find my inspiration for my great novel here, any more than he might have.
I want to experience a bit of here while I’m here.
Most of what I know about Papa I could read anywhere. Wanted to re-read it here, where he lived, played, hunted, fished and wrote until his end …
I want a copy of For Whom The Bell Tolls, which he wrote here. Want to buy it here. I’d like to find his grave, his house, his monument/memorial. I found an elementary school named for him. I know, it’s just a school, but I was looking for his house and land ~ and what he wanted, whether he found it here …
On its surface – like Whistler if Whistler had more history, Canmore if Canmore had more snow, less highway. Like Kamloops, Kananaskis and Sunshine Village combined. Shops, stores and mystery thrown in.
Proof, I suppose, if you build it they do come … and he came.
Maybe I’ll find inspiration.
P.S.: I’ve concluded – even if I don’t like it here (expect I will) I’ll make this trip again, just for the drive. In SW Montana, road runs up Bitterroot watershed; then falls rapidly into Idaho side aligning with the Salmon River, continuing to headwaters near Ketchum. Awe isn’t a sufficient word, every mile out-awed what I’d just seen. Long stretches the road was deserted – as if private, just mine.
written / published from Ketchum/Sun Valley, ID
morning walk: 3C/38F, dark - in the dark in this community short on street lights (good thing I suppose, when population is small and wildlife disturbance should be minimized) still, it was freakishly dark, so my walk was short and cautious followed by a longer stretch apres-coffee/breakfast at Starbucks. Morning traffic on Main Street here isn’t traffic at all, though a steady stream of headlights coming into town suggest to me that many who work in Ketchum don’t live in Ketchum …
Mark, you are so close. I see you are in the neighborhood. If you’re going to be around a bit, message back to me. I would head to Missoula and buy your lunch or least a cup of coffee, MT, Helmville, MT