When I looked over at my mom, I noticed that she had her own crew. My mom doesn’t like these flies any more than I do, but she said she would rather deal with bugs than bears--so she is tolerating them.
My dad suggested a nature hike. My mom didn’t want another episode of wheezing and coughing from the trail dust, so she opted to stay behind at camp. I felt badly for her, so I posed for a photo to cheer her up.
After my dad and I left for our walk, my mom closed herself up in the Supervan and killed all of the flies with a bottle of Windex--don’t leave home without it.
When we got back, my dad opened up the Supervan door and a fresh batch of flies entered my mom’s airspace. The Windex was in one hand and a dish towel was in the other, as she sprayed and swatted the darn things. She finally resorted to taking two food domes made from netting and concocted a goofy hat.
Not very attractive, but highly effective.
Besides my early-morning nature walk, my day was pretty low-key; mostly sleeping and fighting off flies. I was so miserable, my mom made me wear her silly hat...
The sunset was pretty cool...
Although we had no Internet or cell phone reception, we did have satellite--
I guess one out of three ain’t bad.