Well, and now imagine you’re a mosquito. Like millions of others, you were born in one of the local swamps. The last time a trapper carried a boat here was sixty years ago, and suddenly, six fjolls, full of fresh, sweet blood, appear right in front of you! It didn’t matter how many layers of repellent we were wearing. For the mosquitoes we were a bright red beating target.
Through bushes, swamps and through the flocks of mosquitoes, we went all over the continental divide to the spring of the Alatna River, with all our equipment. When possible, we carried everything on water, if not, on the back. Since we had about 400 kg of stuff and supplies, the portage took us three days.