Farley Hits the Pac Northwest, Day Nine -- Finding Papa

This morning we got up and headed into Ketchum.  I’d love to live there except that they have no grocery store except a trendy, expensive market.  Handy, though, because their meat section had small containers of cut-up chicken breast and cut-up veggies.  Perfect for van fajitas, and no leftovers.  

We wandered around town, marveled at the price of real estate, and then headed to the Ernest Hemingway Memorial.  We next stalked his grave.  I was reading a fiction book about his life in Paris with his first wife on this trip, and it as a bizarre coincidence that I read last night that spent his last years in, and was buried in, Ketchum.  

Apparently I have a business
in Ketchum, Idaho.

Ernest Hemingway's grave.

We also stopped at a craft fair in tiny Stanley, Idaho, and Sunbeam Hot Springs right along the road.  Somehow hot springs in 90-degree weather aren’t that satisfying.  We ended up sitting just outside the rocked-in area where the hot water mixed with the cooler river water.  We continued on up to Lost Trail ski area to spend the night.

SUP along the Salmon.  Having only tried it
on a still pond, I had to watch him through the rapids.

Last night of camping, Lookout Pass.