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This will be my last post from my recent trip out west. Yesterday I was reminded that July 2 is the anniversary of when Hemingway took his life in Ketchum, Idaho. A few days ago I wrote a post about his gravesite, but today I thought I’d show a couple of photos I took of the town that attracted Hemingway to live after he’d traveled the world.


From what I can gather Hemingway first visited the area in 1939. While the small downtown has grown some since Hemingway died in 1961, there are a few establishments still in existence on the main drag that Hemingway used to frequent.

There’s Christiania (now Michael’s Christiania) restaurant where Hemingway’s had a regular table (table 5), the Casino Bar which until this year stayed in the same family for 82 years and said to be where Hemingway frequented.  The Pioneer Saloon has been a Ketchum fixture since the 1950s. 


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One of my stops in my recent trip to the Northwest was in the beautiful city of Coeur d’Alene, Idaho. While the lake there the gets more press I was captivated by the beautifully restored hand carved Coeur d’Alene Carousel.

Parts of the Sundance Film Festival winning movie Smoke Signals (1998 ) were shot in the area.

Scott W. Smith


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Postcard #179 (Wallace, Idaho)


The biggest surprise on my recent trip out west was Wallace, Idaho—a old mining town east of Coeur d’Alene on the border of Northern Idaho and Montana. According to Wikipedia, the filmed part of Dante’s Peak (1997) in Wallace.

Scott W. Smith


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Postcard #178 (Going-to-the-Sun Road)

Driving on the Going-to-the-Sun Road in Glacier National Park this week in Montana instantly goes down as one of the best drives of my life.

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On Monday I drove by The Roxy Theater in Missoula. Montana where I was able to take a few shots before the early evening sun became hidden by a large cloud.


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No man is an island,
Entire of itself.
Each is a piece of the continent,
A part of the main.
—John Donne (from the poem For Whom the Bell Tolls)


Yesterday I visited Ernest Hemingway’s grave in Ketchum, Idaho. After college I did the drive around the county and find yourself thing and made a stop in Ketchum. This was in the days before cell phones and points of interest were harder to gather and I missed seeing his grave.

I read my first Hemingway book when I was 17 years old. Not because I knew he was a literary giant, but because The Old Man and the Sea was the thinnest book of the selection that my American Literature teacher offered us to chose to do a report on.

A couple of years later I visited Hemingway’s house in Key West and wondered what Key West was like back before it became a cruise ship tourist mecca. I wonder the same thing about Ketchum. It’s a much more refined town than when I visited back in the ‘80s. It’s more like Aspen than Ketchum of the 1950s and 60s when Hemingway liked to rub shoulders in bars with everyday people. But it’s a fine mountain town that I’d love to call home.


The Sun Valley Lodge is just a mile or so from downtown Ketchum and is said to be where Hemingway finished writing the novel For Whom the Bell Tolls.

P.S. Here’s the view looking west from Hemingway’s grave. Fitting for a man who had a love for nature going back to his younger days spent in northern Michigan.


Scott W. Smith 

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When I visited Shoshone Falls yesterday I overheard someone say “I didn’t even know this was here.”  But it’s right there in Twin Falls, Idaho. It’s off the radar for many people, but not far off Interstate. And and it’s not only been there quite a while, but said to be 100 feet taller than Niagara Falls.  I was fortunate enough to stop by on a blue sky day and still catch a rainbow.


Scott W. Smith



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