Snow Poodle | Twisp, WA | 2017
What’s to sniff in a frozen landscape? Our dog traces ghost scents left days before by wandering wildlife. Deer, coyotes, ravens, moles and stray cats have all written travel tales across the crunchy crust. And, as pooch owners know, every muzzle loves a good story. My own inhalations detect hints of sweet chimney smoke (the Thompsons burning applewood), fermented cattle feed (rancher Richard shoveling silage), and exhaust fumes (Mrs. Branch driving her old pickup into town). And is that a whiff of frying bacon? My nose aims for home.