Travels

I end the night at the Casino, probably the only bar in town Hemingway would still recognize. The Tram is a vacant lot now. The Alpine recently burned down. The Sawtooth Club has been remodeled in rustic Ketchum chic. The Ram and the Dudgen Room at Sun Valley have gone decidely upscale. The Casino...
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Cheryl leads me to the far wall of her living room where, beneath a woodblock print of Hemingway is a photo of the key and keychain he used to enter her family’s cabin. On the tag, Hemingway has typed: “The House of Hemingstein. Across the woods and damn near in the creek.”
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We walk along the outside porch. Below, the Big Wood River rollicks through tall cottonwood trees, their yellow leaves dropping off and cascading to the dense litter below. A hint of snow from the distant mountains peeks through. Monster homes are scattered along the other side of the bank. This isn’t the view Hemingway...
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