Sailing out at sunrise, taking advantage of favorable morning winds and outgoing tidal current, I made great time and the chartplotter indicated a 4 PM arrival in Norfolk. All going well until the flies arrived. Hundreds of them. Some biting. I spent probably 8 hours wacking at them until my fly swatter fell apart. I've never experienced anything like this. After that, my old AOPA had was used for the rest of the day until it was falling apart. It felt like a sci-fy movie! Finally in the evening no more flies. No wind either so I motored the final 8 miles arriving at the channel near Fort Monroe in the dark.
Only a couple pictures as it was a full time job swatting at flies. So many that I several time had to dump buckets of water in the cockpit to wash the bodies out the scuppers!
