Remember how I was complaining about the bugs in Ontario? I take it all back. They’ve got nothin’ on the mosquitoes of Pictured Rocks National Lakeshore on the Upper Peninsula of Michigan. Nothin’!
We arrived in the park and visited the picturesque Grand Sable Dunes.
The lake is almost 300 feet below us! We opted not to descend the dunes, as the climb up is steep and treacherous.
At our lake-level campground, we spent a relaxing afternoon playing on the lakeshore, where off-shore breezes kept the mosquitoes at bay. There were lots of skeeties in the campground, though, and we were exceedingly careful to obey VBR. We had a few in the trailer, but it wasn’t too bad. But as the sun went down, all heck broke loose. All of a sudden we had skeeties everywhere. For every one we killed, two more appeared. After some desperate skeetie-thwacking, we realized we had a real problem. They were coming in through some unknown gap in our trailer. We couldn’t go outside to assess the problem, because swarms were waiting outside to devour us. Not only that, but it started to rain! So Robbie did what any reasonable man would do in this situation…he grabbed the duck tape and started taping over every crevice and gap he could find. At around 11:30pm we thought we’d reached some sort of détente with the evil bloodsuckers, so we tucked our exhausted daughter into bed. But as soon as we turned off the lights, we could hear them buzzing once again. Thankfully C fell asleep, because we spent the next two hours taping, stuffing, swearing, laughing, thwacking, swatting, and desperately trying to figure out how they were coming in!
Around 2am we finally gave up, crawled under the sheets and did our best to avoid being eaten alive. We woke repeatedly, futilely swatting at anything that buzzed.
At 6am, we gave up, had a quick breakfast, hitched up and hit the road in the gloriously mosquito-free truck. We spent the afternoon tearing the Twinkie apart trying to find the source of the incursion.
Eventually we located a suspect air vent and “repaired” the hole. Then we spent the next two hours killing at least 100 unfortunate mosquitoes with our bare hands. Tonight we will be cleaning their smeared carcasses from the walls.
Everyone cross your fingers that we don’t get attacked again tonight.