Here's a Labor Day memory glimpse of sub-alpine places near Breckinridge, Colorado. I took this on a rainy day when I saw chipmunks play and dark mists roll over the Continental Divide:
Mints! That's perfect. In fact, the whole weekend had a sort of mint-y feel about it. It's not that the trees were mint-y. The lodgepole pines don't have the sort of aroma that, say, larches do. But there was this whole sense of being in an elevation where everything is just purer, so pure that it drives everything else away, and perhaps people don't quite belong there, but live nicely there anyway.
I am not that wide a traveller, but during my one Swiss trip, the mountains were alive with these aromatic larches--they were like evergreen on a wrigley gum, only moreso. I've only had one similar aromatic woodland experience, and that was sailing past pastel homes through deep woods into Stockholm harbor on a cruise a decade ago. I grew up in pine woodland, in humid country, and there are pleasing scents there, too, but not so minty!
BRECKINRIDGE??? I'm suddenly reminded of a movie I saw yesterday. "Cannibal: The Musical". It's the senior project of the guys who make "Southpark"...strangest movie I've seen in a long time...Shpedoinkil.
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Date: 2003-09-20 07:10 pm (UTC)I read this and couldn't say mists. It kept coming out as mints in my head. I had to share that. It seemed right, somehow.
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Date: 2003-09-21 08:23 am (UTC)I grew up in pine woodland, in humid country, and there are pleasing scents there, too, but not so minty!
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