Skeeterville

I promised my mom we would visit the beach while she was in town. While it was difficult to get away for a proper beach day, and far too hot and sunny for my little baby boy.

So, while I was looking on the map for…what, I don’t remember, I came across a beach with with some beautiful sunset views that was only a short drive away from where we were staying.

We came, and I was surprised to see some other folks who drove up were just sitting in their car, windows up, watching the sunset. It felt a little foolish to me, knowing that they could have gotten out and enjoyed the wonderful temperature, the ocean air, and the feeling of sand in their toes.

As the sun crept toward the horizon, I discovered why they stayed in the safety of their car: an assault of mosquitos and horse flies set upon us.

It was BRUTAL.

The bites hurt me plenty, but it was my poor little boy the evil bugs had the most taste for. The ramifications of seeing this beautiful sunset were far, far worse than anything I could have imagined.

I never knew a beautiful beach could be so unpleasant.

When I came back and told my brother-in-law, who is a local, about what happened and where we went, he replied:

“Oh no. You don’t go there.

That’s Skeeterville.”