There’s a certain flow to a long distance trail that I love. Need something, and it will appear. I can’t begin to explain how that happens, and I miss that special “plugged-in” feeling of simple abundance and “it will all work out,” now that I am back home on the flatland. Yes, on trail, I actually ceased to worry. Horrors!
As I was entering NJ on a very rainy year ('03), the bugs were just starting to pick up. I stayed at the Delaware Water Gap church hostel and, out of habit, looked into the hiker box. There was a light head net. Zowee!
That and a silk liner got me through most sleeps in the mid-atlantic when I was in the shelter. I left the net in a hiker box in Maine for some future SOBO. Twice, I think, I resorted to DEET, but hated that because I wasn’t exactly showering every day.
As a DEET alternative, I used catnip oil (google it in) because studies at Iowas State had shown it to be as effective as DEET in similar concentrations. MY own field tests of the oil were wildly successful, although it does have a funny smell (check out my NJ entries for details) and every cat in the hostel will come and love on you.
I did the Long Trail in a drought year ('02) and had no trouble at all with bugs. Outside the swamplands, alot of it will depend on the local weather.
Jan Liteshoe