The Wind River Range seemed like the ultimate wilderness experience, which it is! ...Except for one thing, mosquitoes in the summer. I thought mosquitoes in Malaysia were bad, but I was dead wrong, in the Wind River Range, they were vicious little bastards. They were everywhere, and they were there by the thousands and thousands. There wasn't any point to try and kill them, because they had friends everywhere. Every little chance they'd get, like the little 0.4 cm gap on the arm between gloves and the jacket sleeve, or the 0.6 cm space on the legs between the socks and the pants, you're open for donation.