Throughout our current motorbike trip, mosquitoes have greeted us at various campgrounds in multiple states.
My traveling companions react via chemical warfare. Myself, I just shrug and, if necessary later, scratch.
I don’t do bug spray. Simply hate the feel of it. I once got 93 mosquito bites while covering a football game in sodden Alturas, California. Big deal.
Picked up 108 on a two-day backpacking trip near the Three Sisters. So what? I would way rather have a bit of welt action going on than turn myself into a walking Superfund site (I know I just recently used that term, but I like it).
Likewise, I don’t do sunscreen. I don’t make a point to seek out the sun either, but when I am in it, I don’t worry about it. And while my arms burned a little on this trip, I can live with that better than those greasy protection products. We don’t need to chemically repel the entire world around us, I don’t think.