We were first to Solstice Canyon this morning but we weren't alone. If you've ever been, maybe looked over your shoulder a time or two as the eeriness sank in then you know what it's like to be there, ushered along as the wind rises, whines and winds around you, as a thousand leaves shift and the sun stalls and every canyon ghost story you've ever heard about how this is one of the 'thin places' of the earth feels inevitably right and true.
As the internets go full Mad Hatter over Bob Dylan today, let's spend a moment with the Nobel laureate's caretaker's cat, who was a regular visitor to my friend Hope's house.
Throwback Thursday: The cat belonging to the caretaker of Bob Dylan's Point Dume property. Shot on May 8, 2008.
It's almost embarrassing how much your dog knows about you from just a single inhale. Their sense of smell is at least ten THOUSAND times more acute than ours, which is why they can sniff out bombs and drugs and even the beginnings of melanoma growing on your skin. (Of course that makes their need to coat themselves with dead seagull at the beach all the more baffling.)
Still, it's a fascinating topic that'll be in the news for a bit thanks to Alexandra Horowitz's latest book, "Being a Dog", which is all about the miracles and mysteries of the canine nose. She did a great interview on Fresh Air that'll destroy forever any illusions you may have that you've managed to sneak a cookie in the kitchen with your dog none the wiser.