Tuesday afternoon, I took the Rawland Nordavinden out for a ride on the Minuteman before dinner, leaving a few minutes before the ridiculously early sunset. This was one of those days with a grayscale sunset: none of those pastel clouds, just a steady descent into darkness.
The Mile 4.0 Cairn Builders had stood up a singleton figure, which I found compelling, but then show me a few rocks and I'm happy for hours.
As the light faded, I monkeyed with the phone's Night Sight capability, probably the most exotic thing I ever have in my pocket.
There was Mr. Bones, still on the job.
The lanternfish were out in force, with a few Invisibles thrown in just to make things interesting. Voices were heard in the night, mostly little scraps of conversation as bikes passed other bikes. The Nordavinden rolled quietly through the darkness.
A woman skating on wheeled cross-country ski trainers (with poles) had the most distinctive visual signature as she lunged through the darkness, headlamp abob.
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