Last night was my first night hike in quite a while, I was actually feeling a little skittish as I walked up the trail towards Church Cove.
As usual there were plenty of noises in the forest around me, probably mice, I see mice all the time during my daytime hikes. The moon was still below the eastern horizon as I approached the cliff’s edge, when the beam from my small headlamp quietly surrendered to the night… Not good.
I plan for these things of course, so I pulled a backup flashlight from my backpack, not a head-mounted light but a big old mag-lite I bought ages ago. As soon as I turned it on I was greeted by two bright-glowing eyes staring at me from just a few steps away, my heart skipped a beat. I don’t know who was startled more, me or the poor fox that quickly ran off after being blinded by this sudden floodlight. Yeah, it was me.
I sat down on the cliffs to regain both my composure and my night vision, the soothing sound of waves pounding the coast far below was a welcome change from all the unseen rustling in the forest. In the distance a deep yellow moon peeked over the Atlantic Ocean, and I could see it was going to be a poor night for the star-trail shot I had planned:
As I was posing for this photo, I attracted many insects that in term drew the attention of a few bats that circled above me for the remainder of the night. This all goes to show that even with less than stellar circumstances, a night hike is still a great way to have fun.