Ah, the smells of North Florida
When I was a kid, we’d head south once a year from North Carolina to Palatka, Florida, to visit my dad’s side of the family. I remember the long stretches of flatland in South Carolina, avoiding Atlanta as much as possible, and even longer stretches of swamp and scrub pine forest once you got close to Florida. But what I remember the most is that you could tell where you were once you got down there from the smells. ...