I found an olfactory adventure. Where the Humboldt Bay Trail leaves the Arcata Marsh and curves around to the bay, something must have happened. Remember that time you left the lettuce in the fridge a couple of weeks too long, and then made the mistake of opening the bag? Multiply that by about three acres. Nearly lost last last night's dinner. I think this was the same morning I found the person sleeping on a trail bridge. They're small, noisy, aluminum bridges, not a place I'd choose to sleep; but at least they were away from the ticks.