"Okay, so it seems the mosquitoes have it in for us.
After driving hours through Kansas from the Redlands in a landscape that can only be described as 'flat', we have apparently entered Colorado. This happened without my knowledge. The scene driving to our campground just shy of Limon is Colorado cleverly disguised as Kansas. After arriving in our first attempted campsite, Ashleigh could find nothing in the town to eat that didn't contain gluten. It didn't help at all that the only grocery store in town was closed... On a Tuesday, at 7 o' clock... Then after seeing that the tent camping area of out 'campground' {*On recording, audible moving of the arms to make air quotes}, we decided to bail. The grassy area was hardly 15' x 25', and was surrounded by parked Mack trucks, which would be blowing exhaust into our tent the entire night. And the proverbial 'cherry on top' was that the restrooms were unavailable after 9:30 pm.
We hopped back onto I-70 and decided the grass was greener the further we got from that dump. About 18 miles down the way, we found a nice looking RV park that was tent-friendly. The lady at the front desk was ridiculously nice, even making sure we were prepared for a buggy season.
'You all have some bug spray right? The skeeters are bad at this time'. As she led us outside to show us the camp area, each appendage on both of our bodies was covered in mosquitos. I wiped the mosquito beard from Ashleigh's chin, we said our thanks, and ran for cover.
The tent set up was luckily fast enough, but now we are held captive by the blood suckers. I am currently armed only with a shotgun, a flashlight and a prayer. Soaking buck shot in deet is taking far longer than expected. I estimate that 30 minutes from now, I will have enough shells to really show these bastards who's boss.
Onward and upward to Denver and Estes Park tomorrow, where they with a bit of luck, won't be able to follow..."
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