There was a sign on the gate when I pulled in and at first I thought it was a joke.
"The Biting Gnats have hatched," it said. "No refunds due to insect bites."
"Ha!" I thought. Good to see the park rangers having a laugh. I paid my ten bucks to get into Antelope Island, a state park in Utah, and drove on as the sunlight tickled my knees.
Shorts were a bad choice.
The next warning came in the car park. I'd only stopped to check the park map and grab brochures, but a mat had covered my windscreen like the very uncool sun visor my parents have for their car. I hit the blades and smeared them around like a Jackson Pollock special.