It's the fermenting Interior high-bush cranberry smell for me. When I hit Fairbanks in 1968 on September 5, that created a permanent memory. It stinks, but that's "fall" to me in Alaska ever since. Don't have it here, or much on the Kenai. i miss it.
This. The smell of high bush always brings thoughts of fall and moose hunting. I'm thankful to still live in an area where they are plentiful.[/quote]
Man, you very poetically described the exact same memory I have. Isn't interesting how those youthful memories are so powerful?
