The Sawtooth Mountain range is tree-lined and majestic. The misty cloud cover reminded me of being in the Swiss Alps.



We didn't specifically go to Sun Valley to find Ernest Hemingway's gravesite, but since we were there, we decided to look it up. Although Hemingway was born in Oak Park, Illinois, and at various times lived in Paris, Madrid and Key West, Florida, he loved to hunt and fish the fields and streams of Ketchum, Idaho. It was there that he died. It was a misty day when I took this photo and perhaps the extra droplets of moisture caught the light just right, to give the appearance of a pillar of light shining down from Heaven. I thought there was something poetic about it all - Hemingway was anything but a Saint, and yet, it is lovely to think that maybe, just maybe, he has found some measure of redemption at last(So may we all).
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