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...last fall. On our next morning we start hiking up the Wendover Ridge, the route that Toby eventually recovered. The narrow trail leads through cedars and Douglas firs, and we pass clumps of bear grass, huckleberry bushes, dogtooth violets and carpets of wild strawberry plants in the clearings. The smell of wild licorice is on the air. But the going is tough. "The road as bad as it can possibly be to pass," wrote Clark about this trail. "Emence quantity of falling timber." Several of the expedition's horses tumble down the hillside--one smashed Clark's writing desk...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Why the Lolo Is Legend | 7/8/2002 | See Source »

...Malkin Athletic Center (MAC) Quad was filled with emergency vehicles, thick smoke and the smell of burning rubber Monday night when a passing Ford Bronco caught fire...

Author: By Joseph P. Flood, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: Car Explodes In Flames Outside MAC | 7/5/2002 | See Source »

...when my local Catholic church was the only place I felt connected to something truly profound. I recall the first time I went, as an altar boy, into the sacristy where the priest vested himself. I felt as if I were entering the most sacred place on Earth. The smell of incense, the touch of candle wax, the overly starched cotton of my surplice as I knelt before the sacred mystery of the Eucharist: in the words of the poet Philip Larkin, "a serious house on serious earth" this was, a refuge and a beacon, a rebuke to the chatter...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Who Says the Church Can't Change? | 6/17/2002 | See Source »

...safe, it's exotic without being foreign and, most important, it wants you. We smell some bargains...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Summer Vacations in a Post-Sept. 11 World | 6/3/2002 | See Source »

...oyaji, snorts and rolls his eyes. Sitting on the front stoop of a pachinko parlor, he takes a drag on his cigarette and watches a parade of older men passing by. None of them looks him in the eye, none dares ask him to stop blocking the doorway. "They smell," he says. "The minute I get on a train in Tokyo, I can smell them. They're scared of us. They don't have any power in Japan. Not anymore...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Cruising for A Bruising | 6/3/2002 | See Source »

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