January 26, 1954 - Frying Bacon

Today came to me the smell of frying bacon. It wasn't bacon frying in the kitchen at home but bacon sizzling in a heavy iron skillet on the open camp stove in the cold stinging morning air of the Colorado Rockies. I imagined I could feel my face fresh & awake, taut & cold to my fingers & behind the bacon smell there was the smell of the cold of the air itself, the pines & the coming rain. I wonder if the Tetons will smell the same.