I recently experienced the worst mosquitoes I've ever encountered. No, not Canada. Not even the Everglades, but right here in the good old U.P. while working on a story at Craig Lake State Park. We got off the water at dusk and couldn't even draw a breath. Now, I grew up in a swamp and have a fairly high tolerance for skeeters, but this was unreal.
Here's a photo salute to some past encounters of the insect kind.
|Craig Lake State Park|
|Fishing the Escanaba River|
|Apostle Islands National Lakeshore|
|Isle Royale National Park|
|Back on the Escanaba River|