Got poison ivy again--on the same shin. But this time it wasn't ironic: when you get poison ivy in a place clearly labeled "Wilderness State Park," you can't claim surprise.
But this time it wasn't so bad. I saw the plant this time, near the beach in the woods on the path between the bathrooms for the men and for the women.* So I washed it off in the lake.
* Hah! Six consecutive prepositional phrases! I've been reading too much Joyce.