Top down, I smell
skunk,
swamp gas,
fresh-mown hay,
manure,
meatpacking plants,
PIZZA!,
peach orchards with over-ripe fruit,
pine,
diesel,
desert dust,
rain showers,
the lake,
a steakhouse,
and barbecue.
It’s a multi-sensory I-15 drive.
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