smells like trail spirit

We keep the trail-running stuff in a big sealed Tupperware container next to the front door. It’s the usual assortment of lights and vests and fanny packs and handhelds and spare clothes and first aid and baggies and expired gu and duct tape and powders and potions and, oh, you know, trail-running stuff.

When I open the lid, there’s a smell. It’s not good or bad, just a distinctive aroma. It still has a bit of Colorado Bend lingering, and possibly an old 110 somewhere near the bottom. It’s a comforting smell in a trying time. A smell that says hopefully, “Let’s go have an adventure, Daddy-O.”

I love that smell. And I love that container. It can call me Daddy-O anytime.

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5 Responses to smells like trail spirit

  1. kynanmatz says:

    Um… that smell is a petrified squirrel and vaseline.

  2. slow ernie says:

    I fell for the ol’ “I think it’s in the bottom of my soccer bag Daddy-O” trick just this morning.

  3. jenster says:

    Here we are now. Entertain us.

  4. Mo says:

    Thank goodness there are elephants there.

  5. steph says:

    My first drop bag from Rocky Raccoon (before I knew it wasn’t cool to use a gigantic Rubbermaid as a drop bag and take half of your belongings with you to races) holds all of my things. It too has a distinctive, mildewy-Gu, outside sweat, let’s go adventure smell.

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