Mosquito Lake

I've been suffering a bit from the bites of small blood-sucking insects. There's a healthy crop here thanks to a wet spring, lots of run off from the mountains and now a hot dry spell.

So when they told me we were going today to a place called Mosquito Lake, I hoped they were kidding.

We hiked along mountain bike trails with quirky names and steep inclines in the midst of a pristine bush. 

While my lungs, long unaccustomed to this kind of work out, were at times pushed to their limit, my hip did fine both going up and down.

Not a mosquito, but among the many winged things hanging around the screen porch.

Thanks for reading!

Karen