This is the result of my lighthouse quest Wednesday. The trail to the old lighthouse at Fort Pulaski, near Tybee Island, runs through a palmetto wood and a marsh.
The marsh produced mosquitoes, which produced the bite marks on the back of my calves. I went a whole day without scratching, but that ended about 3 a.m. today when I awoke and attacked the welts with gusto. I regret it now, but, man alive! it felt good at the time.
I grew up about 100 miles north of here and should have known about the mosquito threat, but I simply wasn't thinking. Wish I'd brought a couple more pair of long pants.