You’d best hold your breath while the swamp gas bubbles up from the frothy muck. Don’t lose your bearings or your boots.
Key Scents: rotting vegetation, swamp gas.
“I enter a swamp as a sacred place, a sanctum sanctorum… I seemed to have reached a new world, so wild a place…far away from human society. What’s the need of visiting far-off mountains and bogs, if a half-hour’s walk will carry me into such wildness and novelty.”
Henry David Thoreau,