09/21/18 Diary: Black Canyon Campground Previous | Next First Strip Original Series | First Strip Second Series | First Strip Current Series | Archive | Most Recent Previous | Next First Strip Original Series | First Strip Second Series | First Strip Current Series | Archive | Most Recent I smell as if I’ve been camping. First Strip Original Series | First Strip Second Series | First Strip Current Series | Archive | Most Recent 09/14/18 Diary: The Night Piano 09/28/18 Diary: Big Bend 3 Comments Jay September 21, 2018 at 11:05 am 5 years ago I can think of very few smells as fine. Peter Rogan September 21, 2018 at 6:00 pm 5 years ago 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. Frith Ra September 21, 2018 at 11:29 pm 5 years ago I don’t know if you’ve ever heard of Duolingo.com, but they have a very fine Spanish/English course. If my wife, who is immune to languages, can learn Spanish through their help, anybody can. And they also teach Klingon (Not yet vetted by me) Leave a Reply Cancel reply Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email.