I felt like going out to our local federal wildlife refuge Sunday.
I prodded Chris to go with me, it was a beautiful day and PERFECT for going out with the camera and hiking! We headed out there around 6 pm. There we’re a few cars, we started onto the hiking path, camera in hand, when we hear screaming up ahead.
Okay, it turns out the screaming was the joyful squeals of a 3 year old. We see up ahead a young woman carrying her child back to the car, followed by the young father with an excited dog on leash and one more kid. Well, thats good, we don’t need screaming kids and an excited dog scaring everything off the path. (Not to mention, pets aren’t allowed on the path :/)
So, Chris and I head out, almost immediately the family is back out on the path, on our heels and just trucking. Regrettebly, we wanted to take our time to not miss anything herp-wise, so we sped up. A hundred yards in, there was a fork on the road and we saw this as our chance to take a different path as them. We had the choice of "woodland path" or "marsh path". We chose at first, the marsh path.
People don’t know this about me, but I HATE mosquitoes. I get the worst swelling from their bites, and I wonder if I might be allergic to them, since I have a brother who is. We we’re very unprepared for the trip, we didn’t have any bug spray, and we’re immediately swarmed once we started on the path. I was immediately freaked and upset. I’m a panzy, I can’t handle mosquitoes.
I couldn’t take any more and said we needed to turn around and go with the "Woodland" walk, following the family of screeching children. Anything had to be better than the biting bugs.
They we’re well ahead of us by the time we started on the path, but the damage was done. Not one thing to look at, except for the cloud of mosquito’s hounding us the entire time. I don’t know why we kept on walking, maybe I was hoping we would see something, anything, I didn’t care what it was…
There we’re times on the walk where the damn bugs we’re so bad, I could feel us speed walking just to get back to the open sunny areas near the river. The path quickly took us away from the river back onto what I suspect was the damn "Marsh" walk.
When I’m around mosquito’s, I begin to physically feel little phantom pricks all over my body like I am being bitten by them, but this happens when I see one mosquito or hundreds, I know it’s just me freaking out, but it makes it very hard to enjoy anything. I was pretty miserable.
Somewhere, we catch up with the young family, they had stopped and we walked past them, thinking maybe this time we could see something uninterrupted. NOPE!! Then, the young father and some other woman start almost immediately after us and very quickly. Blathering on loudly about dogs, and pretty much tailing us all the way back to the parking lot.
It sucked. My fault for not bringing bug spray, and going to a popular spot… but seriously? I couldn’t believe how LOUD this small family was, and how terrible the bugs were.
Very disappointed. That’s what I get for trying to get out of the house and enjoy the day.
Edit: By the way, I got three bites on my right arm and hand. This caused my hand to swell up, not like a balloon, but significant enough to make my fingers look like stuffed sausages. And I still have a huge swollen spot on the back of my hand by my pinky knuckle about the size of a half dollar. Eeee