Allie mentioned the smell of Bishop in a comment today. Karl asked what that was about. Until yesterday I didn’t know what it was either. But as Lynne and I got out of the truck in Big Pine yesterday I said to her, “Do you smell that?” She said yes, and I said “That’s the smell of the Owens Valley.” Then again today as we were walking out by the iris, I told her that the thing that’s amazing me most about being back here is the smell and the sounds.
I lived here for 21 years and I’ve always loved the sounds of the valley, especially the birds and the silence that can be so intense that it’s like a sound. I’ve never noticed that this valley has a smell to it, until yesterday. It’s a smell that I can’t really identify accept to say it’s the smell of the Owens Valley. Maybe it’s just the combination all the grasses, the sage, the rabbit brush, the cows and horses and their droppings, the people, and who knows what else.
But whatever makes the smell, it’s belongs to this valley and is wonderful.

