forest run 1:00:00 
I was in the middle of the woods, far from the car parks when I smelled a city aroma. The first thought was someone was smoking pot at the trail ahead of me. I was about 50 meters away, but the smell reached through the woods to me. I decided it was not pot but tobacco. It was tobacco, but it was too sweet smelling for cigarettes. When I reach the trail the man standing there was smoking a pipe. I wonder if he was encased in the smoke and missed the aromas of the woods.
There is an orienteering area that has some evergreens. Whenever I go by those trees the smell of them sends me directly to Wyoming. Even though I had not thought of the west for weeks, that tree in Virginia was a worm hole to Wyoming. The hot dry smell of the needles and bark mixed with the dirt is strong.
It is amazing that running in the forest uses all the senses.