It was Memorial Day weekend, late May, though there was still snow. The spring bird song was incredible. Wildflowers were blooming. Pronghorn babies were popping out. And the mosquitoes were voracious. They were so thick and so wild for blood. I took this photo in a wild hot spring at Hart Mountain Antelope Refuge. For some reason, the mosquitoes didn’t linger over the hot spring. I lingered where they didn’t—my own Hart Mountain refuge.
I took this photo: Hart Mountain refuge
Google maps and I had a moment there at 5:30 am.
Your moments of solitude seem full of company!
Mosquitos and babies, though.
The babies are fun! It’s the mosquitoes that torment…