Hmm.
I managed to get hit by faff and bother just before I stopped working today, and somehow I didn’t get out until about 7pm. Which is a bit late, so I packed my torch and batteries.
I was heading for some woods a couple of miles away, to explore some trails for my muni weekend, but the route to them happens to go past the bus stop trail, and I couldn’t resist riding that. Which took 15 minutes extra out of my schedule. By the time I got back to the rather hilly minor road to the woods and was riding towards my destination, the sun was just fading behind the far side of the valley (first pic).
As I rode down towards the woods, up a stupidly steep road hill, and then over some dirt tracks round into the woods, the sun disappeared completely, leaving just a hint of colour on the horizon (second pic).
Going into the woods, already it was pretty dark, although I could just ride this first easy bit without lights (third pic). I headed up the hill, up and up and up. In the deeper bits of wood I needed lights.
By the top, it was pretty darned dark, so it was time for lights on full, and to do some downhill in the dark. I rode a trail called “The Wall”, called this not because of any particular scary steepness, or a cheeky reference to the Pink Floyd song, it just happens to go along by a dry stone wall for most of it’s length. I have ridden this in the light. It is quite hard then. It has lots of steep bits, and naughty big rocks littered over it, plus it is a bit narrow, so you’re forced to drop off some of the rocks or risk pedal strikes. Oh and of course it’s in the woods, so where there aren’t rocks, there are roots. It was quite difficult in the dark. I may have fallen off more than once. Some swearing may have been involved. Every so often I managed to get a swoopy fast momentum going, which was jolly fun in the dark. At the end, I popped out at the deserted campire circle (fourth pic), and headed down what I’m sure used to be a very easy downhill back to the road, but which appears to be rather rocky and surprisingly technical now, particularly when riding flat out in the dark. Hmm. I considered climbing back up the hill to ride another trail, which I call ‘everything but’, because it has an old kitchen sink as a trail feature (you literally ride through it, it is weird). But it was getting close to 9ish and I hadn’t had my dinner yet, so I decided it was time to call it a day, and spun back along the lovely flat main road home.
Joe