My first trip beyond the Mississippi was a visit  to Canyonlands National Park in Moab, Utah. I camped there with my boyfriend for two weeks .

I was taken by all things west: the vistas, the sense of distance, the deep blue sky, the dry air that cooled in the shade, even though it was 100 degrees … and the smell of sagebrush.

The sun beats down on the smoky green-gray plants, causing their fragrance to fill the air. It enchanted, intoxicated me. For years after that trip, I  was transported immediately to the mesas and hoodoos of Canyonlands by even a tiny whiff of sage. Even now, the smell of sage lifts me, calms me, takes me back to that first time.

Which was in the early 80’s.

Researchers say that of all the senses, the sense of smell works most effectively on human emotions. Scent plays a big part in memory, too.

Right now, the Russian olive trees are in bloom in Idaho. When I moved here, I planted one in our yard at the suggestion of my friend, Tom. Years ago, he lived in Colorado and recalls how heavenly the smell of Russian olive trees can be.

It is. Heavenly.

But the nicest part of the smell of Russian olive trees? I think fondly of Tom. Miss you, my friend.

Photo Credit: Tony Crider