09/21/18 Diary: Black Canyon Campground




I smell as if I’ve been camping.


  1. Peter Rogan

    I remember that smell. Of wood, and pine, and smoke, and food, and being in your unaired clothes too long (a problem easily rectified in the open air, even without leaving them on a line). The way the chill of the night faded into the softer breath of dawn, and the cooling-iron feel of the day slipping into night as the sun goes down and the blue sky fills with the scent of the night to come, and the bugs going hunting. And the scent of citronella oil, because carrying pressure cans on a bicycle prone to being struck by sharp objects on the road invites compounding the disaster. I miss it still.

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