Ketchum, ID: Day 3

I awoke the next morning to the sound of songbirds. It was 7:35 am when I checked my watch. For breakfast, I ate leftover bass from the night before. I bathed in the lake after breakfast simply so I could say I did, and then I packed up my camping gear and loaded it back into the rental car.
From my campsite, I drove into town to visit the Gail Severn Gallery.

Admission into the gallery was $30 (www.tripadvisor.com). I walked all around the gallery admiring various works of art. Once again, I was reminded of Hemingway's own artistic ability as a writer. He made it his mission and purpose in life to pen one true sentence into existence. It was a purpose that took him all over the world. Hemingway wrote about what he knew. From his travels he came to know the world, and the world is what he wrote about. In doing so, he accomplished his goal and completed his purpose as a writer. That is why Hemingway is viewed as one of the best authors in all of history. Yes, my travels have been fun and special in their own way, but the real reward has been found in tracing the life of this extraordinary man. It has been an honor to travel in the footsteps of Ernest Hemingway. His shoes, however, no amateur will ever fill.