Here was the plan... I would finish up at work earlier than Lisa, jet home and pack the Westy, fill the water tanks, load the food, shower, Lisa would show up a little later then we would jet out to this nature preserve near our house and spend two nights and one day camping by the ocean... Everything was going smoothly when we arrived at the end of MacDonald Road right at 1:00 a.m. I hopped out the Westy and was amazed that there were no bugs whatsoever. A cool and mentally freeing wind blowing the sweet scent of the ocean over us. We laid in bed listening to the distant roar of the ocean contemplating our day off. The stars shining brilliantly as we fell into a deep sleep. Sweet dreams of butterflies and flowers... snore. snore.
Somewhere in the haze of lack of sleep and dawn when the sun was itself just thinking of rising there was a hum... the buzz of ten million female mosquitos hell bent on sucking our blood to help nourish their eggs.
I remember laying in bed smacking my legs but not yet having the mental awareness to realize that we were under attack. Lucy sought refuge deep under my sleeping bag. I was shaken out of slumber by Lisa smacking the hundred mosquitos that pentrated our VDUBS defenses. Lisa's headlamp shone on more mosquitos then I had ever seen on the other side of the glass.
At 4:42 a.m. we planned and executed a hastily planned escape. Driving back home we laughed. Sometimes plans are better dreamt about than realized. So much for the day of much needed rest and relaxation.
Later in the day we returned to the scene of battle. The corpses of thousands of dead mosquitos lay splattered in the window. Some of the smudges filled with our blood. This time we returned to another infestation: people. Whoever said unknown beaches on PEI were empty even in the summer time lied. With our tails between our legs we returned home and dropped dear Lucy off... no dogs allowed in the Prince Edward Island National Park which is located near us.
Luckily we did not have to pay an entrance fee. We passed the hordes of vactioners that seem to all want to pack onto one beach in the same fashion as they live their lives in civilization... packed like sardines. Never understood that philosophy. Personally Lisa and I go more for free open spaces with no humans in visible sight. We kept on driving till we could go no further. Solitude came way past Brackley Beach.
We spent the afternoon watching a periwinkle crawl towards a stranded jelly fish... now that is a day off.
