Mosquito Hell

Well, we went camping.

Then we came home. Because the mosquitoes ran us out.

After they ate Grant's face off.

Now, I know that mosquitoes are inevitable when you go camping. I also know that Minnesota, in all it's beauty, has a higher then normal number of the little blood suckers. I was not prepared for the attack at this camp sight.

We got out of the car, and they swarmed us. Literally. I looked over at Grant who had at least 10 on his face. So we ate as quickly as we could and hid out in the tent. He looked like he had chicken pox by the time we left.

I can't recall much else. It may have been fun to make smores, where they only ate the marshmallows. It may have been bonding to stay up with Aid and read until the wee hours of the night. I may have even been able to tell a good story about how when we were driving home our cooler flew off the car and Bob had to collect all the food on the side of the highway he could since it had to last us the rest of the week. All good stories.

But all I can remember is the mosquitoes.