Few paces away, under those trees – Van Guilder’s bronze plaque attached to a rock. In the ground, close by in death, as they were in life.
Walking cemeteries is not familiar for me – I read headstones nearly to the point of exhaustion – walking among so many people who were here when he was, so many who would have known him. Near him still. I found that thought and the brilliant sunshine of the day, and finally arriving at the right spot, a moving experience I’ll not soon forget.
P.S.: I’ve read about Ezra Pound, his once friend, born eleven miles away in Hailey. Seems Pound went crazy, got arrested for bad-deeds in war time and spent time in an insane asylum. I wonder if Pound’s friendship with Hemingway had anything to do with Hemingway coming here. I’m sure, if I’d bought more books in that store one of them might contain an answer to that question …
written / published from Ketchum/Sun Valley, Idaho
morning walk: -1C/30F, clear, light breeze, fabulous stars and moon, early walk (leaving early – lots of driving to do today), on main street – good light, good footing, zero traffic … awesome quiet. I miss my dog, miss the gym, much work awaits … time to head home.
Its great to see you follow your passion, and share it with us. Continue to stay alert to the "unfolding". When I first read your comments about going, for some reason U 2's song "but I still haven't found what I am looking for" filtered into my brain. However, your lines breath with excitement and anticipation, so I "feel" You will find "it". Soak it all in, JB, Canmore, AB
Are you going to Cuba and Key West too?, AN, Calgary, AB