Dozens of mosquitos lay in wait on my tent's bug netting. Unsettling
thinking of what wretchedness just a small hole could allow into my tent.
Especially given that I've already killed over 20 large black ants tonight
that have found there way between my ground cloth and tent floor, beasts
that I worry could be the very instruments for creating such holes. Still
they march one by one to their doom over the bodies of their comrades. My
30 ounce silpoly sanctuary is under attack by monsters that know not the
malcontent they cause.
Are monsters those who understand their harm and continue on, or those who
lack the empathy to understand they cause harm?
The mosquitos have dogged us the past two days, hardly allowing breaks in
the day as we do Desert mileage on Sierra terrain. It has been tough, a
true slog. Certainly the hardest physical thing for me to deal with on
trail now is the insects. Readers may recall my worst night on trail was
largely prompted strange bugs invading my insects. They are vile, provoking
visceral reactions knowing any given one can carry serious diseases along
with mundane ailments like itching. Thru hiking isn't all glorious views,
it's often grounded in the reality of bugs, pain, wet shoes, but boy, some
things are just harder to deal with than others.
Check out this sweet fuzzy photo - is it a mosquito or... A man floating
above the treeline ??? CALL THE X-FILES PEOPLE!
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