June 27, 2017. Fort Stevens (the wrong side of the campground). We like to think of ourselves as die-hard campers. 15 degrees and frozen pipes, no worries. 110 with no AC, sure thing. Torrential rains with Noah himself floating by, not a problem at all.
But a plague of mosquitos so thick you’re certain they were sent in place of the locusts, well, that calls for some drastic measures. Voila. 🙂