Leaving Vanderhoof, the geographical centre of B.C., we knew we were in trouble when what we thought were raindrops on the windscreen turned out to be hundreds of bug splats! We've entered mosquito territory and now move quickly from outside to in. In spite of that we are tormented at night by the high-pitched whine of a straggler. Bill has made me wonder what kind of trance he is in as he sits stone-still staring into space. Turns out he is waiting for the little bugger to come into range. It will only get sillier…
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