That tell-tale smell: Getting to know the Sweet Birch

This is weird, I thought, as I stood in a grove of uniform trees on top of Sleepy Creek Mountain. I was five miles from any blacktop road, sort of following a jeep trail that traces the top of the mountain. All around me, tall slender trees reached upwards. It was unlike other places onContinue reading “That tell-tale smell: Getting to know the Sweet Birch”