...-and- sniff memory for my children s recollection of this place. When I was a kid, summer s first swim began with my nose skimming the water s surface in an effort to rediscover that familiar scent of river, rock, dragonfly whatever it was that brewed Gold Country smell. My father, for whom odors were...

... in gold country, where did they come from, and what were they worth? The press sent reporters to find out and residents imagined the town reviving with tourist revenue. Then the Bureau of Land Management got involved: the heads may have been archaeological artifacts removed illegally from federal land...