My weekend was a bit "meh" with lots going on and a slight case of the blues. I didn't feel like riding but my wife pushed me out the door with my helmet in my hand and told me to get lost. I hopped onto Grandma's Bike and pedalled into the evening along the Lynn Valley Trail. It wasn't long before I was in Dover, and just in time for the sun to set on the lake. It was a cool beautiful night, the sun was fading behind the horizon and the moon was shining brightly to the East. I sat for twenty or so minutes to watch it all unfold, sipping from my water bottle and listening to the night. Port Dover is a sleepy little town when the tourists all pack it in for the season. Its quite peaceful actually.
Even the busy beach area was deserted, a sight that any non-local wouldn't usually see. No yelling or laughing from the beach, no thunderous roar of motorcycles along the strip, no drone of boats coming in and out of the marina.
Once the darkness had set in I began the return trip to Simcoe. I brought my 1000 lumen headlight and a flashing tail light that could have been used on a police car. Back onto the Lynn Valley Trail, this time alone and in the dark. The trail is usually bursting with hiker, bikers, dog walkers and the like, but once darkness falls it becomes derelict. The darkness of the night and the focused beam of light from my bike made for a claustrophobic tunnel of vision through the blackness, it was eerily quiet, the kind of creepy that makes the hair of your neck stand. No sasquatches, rakes, or slenderman to be seen though, but I did have the feeling of being followed for a while. Hate that feeling.
A chill had set into the air and I could see my breath in the bit of light I had to work with, my legs were cold and the tips of my ears hurt. I quickened the pace and worked it harder, getting my body heat to warm me up as much as I could. Before long I was back under the street lights of Simcoe, safe from the boogey man out in the blinding darkness. The ride itself was pretty normal, although the sunset and dark ride home where fantastic. I need to do this again..... maybe on Devil's Night for the ultimate in creepy?
The Bric...._ mountain biker, road rider, heavyweight gear abuser. Built like a brick sh*thouse. No bike is safe.