The smell of kerosene in the morning

Going salmon fishing always seemed like great fun….until the 0400 wake up. But I remember the smell of the cold damp early morning air, of low tide, and of the kerosene heater we had on the boat as we trolled back and forth between Cabin Point and the lime kiln on the west side of Orcas. I don't recall ever catching any fish (Jones curse??)-- but whenever I smell kerosene exhaust, I am taken back to those early mornings.