During my early Adirondack years, I bought a stuffed-animal loon, stuffed with balsam. I thought taking a whiff of it would remind me of walking through the northern woods. I quickly discovered that it didn’t. The inhale was missing temperature—the coolness in the back of your throat from the surrounding air. That coolness was my companion at White Pine Camp and on my nostalgic hike on the red dot trail. It was all there.
Oh you are making my Yankee heart long for a northern trip. No time, no money, too many dogs and a damn husband. But I could go into those woods for a while, really I could.ReplyDelete
Nice. There are so many features to our memories, aren't there? For me it is wind, or lack of wind.ReplyDelete
I know exactly what you mean. And now I need to visit the Adirondacks. I bet it smells like Wisconsin.ReplyDelete