Thx. It was like being in one of those old Looney Tunes cartoons starring Bugs Bunny. Only it was the ones with the Wylee Coyotee and the Road Runner. Every time the coyotee is falling off a click he just hangs there in slow motion--knows what's coming--but can't do anything about it... except wait.
I'm up in Gloucester, on the north shore of Massachusetts this week for work.
DH is with me, and we brought the bikes.
This is my ol' stompin' grounds and after my meeting ended on thursday, my boss let me beg off a late afternoon conference call (yay!!!), and DH and I went for a ride off Cape Ann into Ipswich and back. Then, we rode out to Eastern Point in Gloucester - filled with lots of "Private" signs, but it's really not and you can ride there freely. DH was sooo angry at the folks (the uber-wealthy) who posted these signs. There are some wonderful sites out there - including the popular breakwater - that I'm sure the more timid tourists miss because of those signs (and the quasi-guard they post on the weekends). And DH says he saw a mink (or an otter or something large and mink like (but likely not a fisher, thankfully!). I missed it tho'. Bummer.
I see minks all the time around here, so it was probably a mink. I also saw a fisher cat once, in daylight, which is highly unusual. He just went on about his business.