"Ghostly"I rode my normal route stopping occasionally to glace up at the waxing crescent moon or the constellation Orion which appeared as a constant companion. It was an awesomely quiet night with the exception of the crunching and squeaking snow under those huge Endomorph tyres of the Pugsley. However, because it was night and knowing that I wouldn't run into anyone else I did decide to ride some other trails. That is until I saw the mysterious skier approaching from the opposite direction. Fortunately this occurred right at the juncture of the ski trail and the multi-use trail so I was able to get off and avoid whomever was approaching.
My only companions on this night were the moon, the stars, the crisp cold air, the music in my ears, and a mysterious skier whom I only glanced at a distance. Despite the fact that I was feeling somewhat drained from a long day at work (I'm an elementary school teacher and believe me, a classroom of 10-11 year olds is quite draining) but once I started out I was feeling good. My quads were also sore from the previous days run, but this feeling also disappeared after a few miles on the bike.
I did not want to intrude on this person's quiet evening out on ski's nor anger anyone for being off the designated trail. I could see that he/she stopped to watch me ride off, maybe wondering why I hadn't stopped to chat or maybe just who the hell I was and why I was on the ski trail. In any case I would encounter this person again later in the evening, but once again it was from a distance.
After nearly three hours of riding it was time to head home, get the bike and all my clothing dried up, and enjoy a Two Hearted Ale in front of the fireplace. I love this nocturnal existence, but when you get up at 4:30 a.m. it gets tiring. I'm hoping to get out over the weekend and I also hope that once again it will be a nocturnal ride.