Hi! It’s been a while. Remember me? We are currently in Florida working in the panhandle with Samaritan’s Purse for the Hurricane Michael recovery efforts. You are welcome to hop over to my Instagram Page and view my daily stories to see more about what that is like (be sure to say hi while you are there).
Where are you at? I’d love to hear what you’ve been up to since my last post! Today I am going to do a time hop back to a post that I wrote in route to Alaska this last summer. I’d waited to post it until Trent had time to edit the accompanying video. I hope you enjoy!
When we started telling others about our plans to spend the summer in Alaska, one subject inevitably surfaced again and again: mosquitoes. People really felt it was important to let us know how bad they were.
However, I’ve learned to use caution when fear is involved. After all, it almost kept me from visiting Florida the first year we wintered in the RV. Plus there are these two strong factors that we believed set us squarely in a category devoid of any mosquito naivety:
Trent grew up in Minnesota, the land of 10,000 lakes and millions of mosquitoes.
We’ve been to the Everglades!
However, we haven’t even crossed the border into Alaska and we’ve already learned some major mosquito lessons. Just how bad are the mosquitoes in the Yukon? You be the judge.
OUR FIRST MISTAKE
We’d had a long day on the road. Finding a roadside pullout next to a calm lake we thought, “We are tired. This is peaceful and pretty. Let’s stop for the night!”
As evening approached so did the mosquitoes. I can see them, descending upon us like a cloud. We sit inside peering out the windows and I feel like we are in a strange reverse zoo enclosure. “Oh hello, little bloodsuckers. Did we invade your living room? Ok cool. You just stay out there and we will stay in here.”
We had an agreement people! The mosquitoes did not keep up their end of the bargain.
Somehow the little suckers found secret entrance points into our home and invaded our sacred space. As our internal mosquito ratio incrementally escalated, so did concerns of our evening sleep and thus began our defense mechanisms.
Insect repellant application: check
Large fan set up on the dresser blowing over our bed: check
Diffuser with insect repelling oils emitting bursts of scent in front of said fan: check
Sheet pulled up over head: check
And yet, despite our arsenal of protection, the miniature insects held the firm upper hand.
At 1:30 AM I heard our front door open and noticed that Trent was no longer in bed. “What in the world is he doing?” I wondered. I climbed out of bed and he came inside holding a note in his hand.
“We are moving,” he said. And thus began our earliest travel day to date.
And away we went, searching for anyplace that the mosquitoes might have forgotten about.
It’s a memory we will not quickly forget:
-Ashlyn asking if she needed to start her morning responsibility list.
-Tanner sitting in his booster seat wrapped in his sleeping bag.
-Quinten falling asleep in the truck with his blanket draped over his head.
All the while, the sun is so strangely along for the ride, hanging low in the horizon unwilling to miss out on this adventure.
Down the road, we stop, assess the insect population and press on. About an hour later* we discover a rest stop with approximately 75% less mosquitoes. We drop anchor and begin the eradication process within the RV. Thirty minutes later we crawl into bed, exhausted and still slightly outnumbered.
PMS: POST MOSQUITO SAFETY
We’ve since recovered both emotionally and physically. Trent has identified some key areas that may have been entry points and spray foamed the future possibility out of existence. We also may or may not have ordered mosquito netting to cover our beds in the event that we find ourselves in a future series of unfortunate events.
Some of you may read this and say, “Well, you are headed to Alaska, what did you expect?” Honestly, I knew it might get bad, but this, this home invasion, sleep disturbance, midnight attack, was not on my radar. Although nothing can fully prepare you, at least I have the grand pleasure of video evidence of our memorable mosquito evening to entertain us well into the future (accuracy note: Trent makes it sound like we were in Alaska already when this happened but we were still in the Yukon.).
Your turn! I want to hear your worst mosquito encounter. Where were you? When was it? Details please, I want to know I’m among friends here!