tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7295203336421425354.post1688892845095915995..comments2023-05-27T07:15:13.021-07:00Comments on . . . . MattWilsonMD . . . .: Cascase Loop (after)MattWilsonMDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10367328866771636396noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7295203336421425354.post-63639572076957264952007-08-10T08:22:00.000-07:002007-08-10T08:22:00.000-07:00Made me want to have some power bars for breakfast...Made me want to have some power bars for breakfast. Your description about feeling as if you were being pulled through the universe...a metaphor for rebirth? Nice diary...excellent accomplishment...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7295203336421425354.post-48130514821939562752007-08-09T04:35:00.000-07:002007-08-09T04:35:00.000-07:00wow, what a chronicle, what a trip! and I hope you...wow, what a chronicle, what a trip! and I hope you were thinking "what you survive strengthens you!" I imagine you're feeling pretty strong!Lydiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10574375423176012133noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7295203336421425354.post-55631137254614830672007-08-07T16:45:00.000-07:002007-08-07T16:45:00.000-07:00The furthest you had previously ridden, not "rode"...The furthest you had previously ridden, not "rode", was 35 miles. :P<BR/><BR/>Mom was gonna say it, I just had to beat her.<BR/><BR/>You rode far. Seems like it would be hard.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com