Something always stands out as unique during my runs to Lake Superior and back, even though I’ve lately pursued the same route due to necessity. This evening there was a strong sewage smell near a manhole (possibly due to a sewer overflow as a result of heavy rains recently). Two minutes later a couple beautiful women jogged by from the opposite direction, all bedazzled in the latest gear. After they passed I nearly succumbed to perfume asphyxiation. In fact, the pungency was so robust that the smell lingered when they were a full 200 feet distant. I preferred the more organic smell of the sewage.