Three, huh. Yankee sensitivities.
Ticks are slow, easily disposed of and not terribly irritating along the way. But I always have a story: When I lived in CO the wife and I, and the dog, drove into the South Platte to go into a back country dome (don't remember which, but we had to wind back on some twisty dirt roads--relevant). Got to the trailhead, parked, started the half mile hike in, it's July, did I mention that? As we get to the valley below the dome I look down and my socks are...moving. Like a bad acid trip. Looking closer there are hundreds of ticks crawling upwards. Freaking, check with the wife and yep, she's coated, too. Immediately we turn around, run back to the car and and both strip in the middle of the road brushing, picking, and squashing. Car has been baking in the sun and once we are reasonably certain we're clean we open and discover the dog has objected to the drive in and puked in the back seat at some point. Closer examination shows the dog is coated, too. Climbing is completely out the window, drive back to Breckenridge with all the windows down, still found three more ticks in, ummm, personal spaces while showering. New England ticks are amateurs, if we can wipe out the black flies I'm a happy camper.