We were also given some advice about a camp spot by the lakeside, so after dinner we pulled up alongside the lake. Shortly thereafter, a father and son riding a horse and buggy pulled up to talk to us. They happened to be at the restaurant a bit earlier, and they hung around to give us some advice about South Dakota. After awhile the man and the boy rode off again, heading out into the setting sun.
Mosquitoes began to attack, so we set up the tent immediately and jumped inside. Within a few minutes, the outside of the tent was coated with a layer of mosquitoes. We were reminded of Alfred Hitchcock's movie, "The Birds". The mosquitoes circled the tent waiting patiently for us to exit so they could draw from our blood. We fell asleep to the loud, steady whine of thousands of mosquitoes flying around the tent.
