I’m still getting used to the sun setting before supper time in Florida. (I’m not sure I ever could get used to eating the last meal of the day an hour or two after most kids’ schooldays end!) So I have to remind myself not to linger over my bagel and coffee if I want to do a 120 or 140 kilometer ride and get home before sundown.
Mind you, I have lights and reflective garments. I am not against night riding: It has been thrilling, surreal and revealing for me. I simply prefer to end a ride of more than a couple of hours in daylight.
Yesterday’s ride to Point Lookout and back—on LaVande, my Mercian King of Mercia—got me home just before high wispy clouds began to flicker with orange rays. The light at the Point was even more of a harbinger of winter than the early sunset that would follow my ride.
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