"You'll love it up there, but, you know, black fly season?"
Black fly country? Maybe…
Can't say we weren't warned, but goodness, black fly season is a challenge! I've camped in bear country, wolf country and spider and snake territory. I've been under canvas in the high desert, the low desert, in rain forests and the mountains. It's been too hot, too cold, too wet or too dry. I've even tent camped in a field in England. None of that, whatever challenges they might hold, came close to black flies in the north woods. Banana slugs and ants? I love you guys. And I'll never complain about mosquitoes again… (I will, of course I will, but they're a breeze compared to black flies!)
Hotter and more humid by the day - what could happen next?
We rolled up and pitched our tent in slightly overcast and light-ish wind conditions after a day of rain showers. By the following morning the skies had cleared and if you wouldn't call it hot, the next day or two were pleasantly warm. One or two black flies, one or two mosquitoes but no big deal. Those flies were waiting for the sudden heat and humidity of day four! A lovely morning, with mid teens temperatures and blue skies. These gave way to a bit more cloud cover, increased humidity, a temperature climb and then the onslaught - onslaught I say - of black flies. Onslaught!
Blue skies, green trees, and no problems!
They were everywhere! Oh how I miss the lightweight drone and whine of a mosquito or two. (Like the regular lightweight drone and whine of a contented PlaidCamper before the onslaught. Onslaught I say!) Music compared to the heavy chainsaw buzzing, dive bombing and all out in your face antics of the black flies. They were relentless! I didn't get a single bite (Mrs PC picked up a few when one got in her hair above the back of her neck - ouch!) so the several gallons of bug spray worked to some extent, but still they zoomed in and away, over and over. And in such numbers - you simply couldn't ignore them!
After almost two decades camping in various Canadian locations, you'd think we'd have encountered this before, but nope. We will be aiming to avoid another black fly adventure, that's for sure. Yes, we were warned, and, after the first three days, were still ignorantly wondering what the big deal was. Well, now we know!
"Just leave me alone, man - I don't want to talk about it!"
I'll explore a bit more in another post about other aspects of the trip, but, driving home, having been seen off by the black flies, this is what we were talking about the most, so I'd thought I'd share! Definitely a lesson learned and isn't doing something the hard way a more certain way of remembering the lesson?! There are certainly far worse things than being in the woods in black fly season, but for those few hours before we sounded the retreat, I'd have taken some convincing…
Windows up, seat belts fastened, and go go go!
Mrs PC's black fly bites are healing, so no external scars, but we're still reeling from the intensity of the experience. The adventures of an almost outdoorsman? Yup, still an almost outdoorsman, and still learning through mistakes. Usually I like making new to me discoveries, but this wasn't one of those times! We're off again next week, a slightly shorter trip, closer to home and not too northerly. Black fly season, the worst of it, is almost done now - isn't it?!
Thanks for reading, and I hope you have a wonderful weekend!
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