Camp and dinner of hiking champions. No, I don’t usually carry beer. Today is special. Also, for the record: I don’t usually–ever–carry Coors.
This set up has been particularly difficult with the mosquitoes in the High Sierra. I have to plan camp every night, trying to find a breezy ridge or at least somewhere away from water. Then, luckily and somehow, most the mossies are too stupid to fly low enough to get under the lower lip of my tarp.
But still, I wouldn’t mind a moment of peace from bugs. Sometimes they’re so thick I put on all my rain gear or my nylon pants (mosquitoes cannot bite through nylon) and sometimes even then, I find myself RUNNING. Hate complaining but this place would be perfect if there were fewer mosquitoes.