I finally got out for the first overnighter of the winter and of 2013. The plan was to leave around noon on Sunday and ride out on a snowmobile trail out toward Witless Bay Line. There is a spot out there I have been eying the past few winters that was just begging to be camped at: a stand of trees, a couple of ponds and a good view. The location is marked on the map below. I have ridden this trail many times and it takes about three hours to get to this spot – I wanted to take pictures and make it a leisurely ride so I thought about 4 hours maximum.
Unfortunately, trail conditions were poor. Between the high volume of snowmobiles and a blazing sun the trails were soft and squirrelly. I kept dropping the pressure in my tires but the riding was just plain hard. I had to push often as well.
After three hours of riding, pushing, riding, pushing I was only half way to my destination and I was gassed. I had no desire to keep riding in these conditions so I made the decision to find a camping spot and call it a day. I think I did pretty well, considering.
Next chore was supper.
Chowing down. The temperature was dropping.
Glancing up I saw this.
I retreated to the warmth of my sleeping bag and read for awhile. This evening’s selection was Ian Hibell’s “Into the Remote Places”; Ian was a British cyclist who toured around the world and had many interesting adventures in his life. Many thanks goes out to Nicholas of Gypsy by Trade fame who kindly sent me a copy of this book.
It was a chilly night, -12C, and I was glad when the sun rose.
Yes siree, it was a chilly one!
Thankfully, the cold temperature set the trails up nice and firm and I had a lovely ride home; I even took the long way home.