Originally Posted by stupe
9/14/03 Just north of Stecoah Gap, I was looking up and planted my pole right in a nest. Stung more than 20 times. (It was hard to count the stings around my ears and in my hair.) The nasty ones were the ones that got tangled in my socks and stung themselves to death. I felt pretty crummy for a couple of days.
My husband, my hero, went back and retrieved my hiking pole, picking up five or six stings in the process.
I always look down when I walk now.
I was wearing some ankle-high Patagonia socks that day. I picked the dead yellow jackets out and washed them. The next time I wore them, my ankles turned red. It took another ten or so washings for that to stop happening.