Flies

We pulled up really close to shore on the west side of the Pamlico to escape the winds and spend the night. During the night the wind went almost calm and the bugs from shore invaded the boat. In the morning when I went up to haul anchor and start south, there were hundreds of flies, mosquitoes, and any other type of biting winged thing that you could think of. Anna wouldn’t even come out of the boat! I defended myself and steered the boat but in the course of the battle, two of our loyal companions died, ‘Destruction’ & ‘Missed Again’. (We name our fly swatters). Today, the bugs won.