The north woods on a damp fall morning, just cold enough to crinkle a nose hair or two. Frying bacon and perking coffee over a wood fire. Those are the good ones. Diesel exhaust and moon dust making giant crusty snots, standing next to a too long since emptied portajohn, two week since real shower body funk, and rotten feet. Those are the not so good ones.
Oh, and in case no ones mentioned it, freshly fired paper shotgun hulls......
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