As a heavy-breathing hiker, I thought I had come prepared. Mosquito netting for the head. Lightweight gloves for the hands. But on the topic of insect repellent, I flunked. Meanwhile, as I labored across the receding-hairlined snowfields and marshes, but before I met up with my New England savior, thick, thick clouds of of skeeters mocked my every move.
Nature is no match for science.
Go take a hike. My stomach began to act up. Intestinal turmoil meant dropping trou. And such poor tippers.