August 2002, the 8th night in a row camping out on a cross country journey from San Diego to Syracuse. This was the buggiest campsite I've ever enjoyed. I'd get in the water to escape the biting flies and instead get my toes bit by these little fish that could probably be marketed for pedicures.
Thursday, November 27, 2008
Cass Lake, Minnesota
August 2002, the 8th night in a row camping out on a cross country journey from San Diego to Syracuse. This was the buggiest campsite I've ever enjoyed. I'd get in the water to escape the biting flies and instead get my toes bit by these little fish that could probably be marketed for pedicures.
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