Locals: But the summers here are so short.
Me: Snort...the only good summer is a short summer, like a week, please. It could be worse, much worse. I could be in Texas.
Speaking of locals, the mosquitoes seem to now consider me a local. The first two years here, they didn’t touch me.
Sunday on Snow King, I was their feast. Large drone size mosquitoes left welts from head to ankles. Benadryl.
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