So I was riding back from a very nice house-warming party for a couple of friends. A chilly night and I didn't pack my jacket but after 5 minutes I was warmed enough to carry on (only a 4 mile ride, anyway). About 10 minutes into my ride I spotted a fox. It ran across my path, back to the cover of the brush by the river. Holy crap. I've never seen a fox in the wild before. Not that this is wild as it's all been developed, but wild as in not in captivity. Hot damn. It was great. Just the fox and myself for maybe 5 seconds. But, yeah. Damn. Okay, I'm rambling now.
Would have been a perfect night had I not just learned Hunter S. Thompson took his own life. Godspeed.