Saturday, August 14, 2010

...twohundredtwentysix/threehundredsixtyfive...

Statistically speaking, I see no way that I did not contract the West Nile virus this afternoon.  The sheer number of mosquito bites I received would make it nearly impossible for me to remain uninfected.  The gashes in my legs from the nearly impenetrable multiflora rose combined with the omnipresent poison ivy will surely turn me into a walking rash by morning.  But I loved every minute.  It was a peaceful afternoon by myself in nature.