It started out innocent enough, just stroll through the trails behind the house. Sure, there were a few bugs, it was 82&deg F and there was a lot of mushy ground and some water on the trail. As I got further from the house all the mosquitoes in the area had locked in on my location and were incoming fast. The mosquitoes here are far worse than anywhere else I have ever been (pawtuckaway in the summer included). Not long after I was swimming in bugs the marsh became to deep for me to comfortably pass in chacos and jeans, and I was not about to expose any more skin to the bugs. On the bright side, I finally got a nice picture of a snowshoe hare: