Incoming

The last entry was written under duress. We found out about internet access after-hours at the visitor’s centre. (One of the staff members told us she always seems to forget to turn off the server.) So after dinner, we all trooped over with iPads and computers in hand and sat on the deck looking up at Mt. Robson. There can’t be many viewpoints more spectacular. 

Only trouble was, the mosquitoes were relentless. It is hard to think when a little flying zinger is on the inside of your glasses looking for a soft landing. I tend not to have issues with them usually - they seem to prefer everyone else more than me but since everyone else had either zipped up hoodies to reveal only two eyes, or left for the truck, they had to give me a try. 

We have bug suits and have all worn our bug hats more than once. There is also a strongly held belief in the use of deet, afterbite, and citronella candles with most members of our group but my limit was reached last night when we had our first encounter with no-see’ums. These single-grain-of-pepper-sized bugs really HURT! You wonder what piece of mini-lightening just struck and look down to see the speck that caused it. Only good thing about those guys is no lasting effects. Different with the mossies - we all sport welts on our hands, faces or ankles from them.  

Don't look at the picture if you hate violence.