Baldy’s continuous fall line, as seen from Seattle Ridge.
Photo: Paolo Marchesi
The fan belt holds. We continue down this lonesome stretch of asphalt, and all we’re left with is an appreciation of a land without subdivisions, strip malls or traffic. If geography is destiny, this desolate prairie—a layer of insulation from the rampant growth and quick money that engulf other resorts—has determined Sun Valley’s fate. But as I’ll learn in the coming days, destiny’s had many co-writers.
Not least among them was Ernest Hemingway. Papa could have made his home anywhere in the world, but he chose Sun Valley. He was so enamored of the region and the resort, in fact, that he modeled his home on the Sun Valley Lodge, where he penned his greatest work. His coming here, as history tells, was mostly happenstance. His staying? Anything but. NEXT