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Mammoth’s (mini) Big Friggin’ Loop – The Rambling Biker
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Mammoth Mountain, CA. Santa Cruz, CA. A lady's foray into XC mountain biking. Mammoth’s (mini) Big Friggin’ Loop. Today was a good day on the bike. 28 miles and 2,900 feet of climbing at altitude. The local mountain bike club up here at Mammoth Lakes puts on a yearly ride this time of year, the “Big Friggin’ Loop”… the long distance guys go 50 miles, I opted for the mini at 27 miles. Tomorrow, it’s back to San Diego to hit the beach! Look at that smile! I was so happy to be done! September 5, 2016. 6 tho...
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Why, Why, Wise… | TheBogfather
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Poetry with passion for you. Why, Why, Wise…. June 4, 2016. Is a question…. To an answer that may exist. And then only if. To to be there…. Thru’ histories, mysteries. From the beginning of time. All correct, effervescent. From gaining true insight. As the heart drums. And beats new passion. For us to fashion. New friends or a lover. To fill our heart. Ne’er to part. For one’s own bliss. Because wise words exist…. From → Uncategorized. The Writing of M. Good to see your words again! Liked by 1 person.
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The Forbidden (fruit) | TheBogfather
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Poetry with passion for you. April 20, 2016. Through silken grasses and fragrant heather. Fresh morning dew between your toes. Stepping gently ‘tween the sprung feathers. Looking for that magic that only you know…. Stepping gently, so not to crush. Spring shoots arriving in the first flush. Beauty in miniature, energising to grow. From seed and bulb, ‘neath bracken below. Thru’ damp and muskiness. O’er hillock and green. Chasing the faeries frae where ye have seen. Them dancing between the fungi delight.
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Once We Were Doves Of Peace… | TheBogfather
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Poetry with passion for you. Once We Were Doves Of Peace…. May 2, 2016. A single, glistening feather. Glides, slowly, sadly, to the ground…. Its message to the world? Simple but deeply profound…. Was once a sole white dove. In freedom, in skies above. A need to impart. To the world below. That did not know. How the importance of life. Without anger and pain. Managed by the insane. Of time, of war. Hatred, inbred, the poor. Destruction an excuse, so pertuse. As not to recognise…as sane. And as I fly.
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The Stepping Stones of Life and Love… #sedserio | TheBogfather
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Poetry with passion for you. The Stepping Stones of Life and Love… #sedserio. May 6, 2016. From the waters of life. Into this world of strife. Innocent and naked, unable to walk. You crawl before you fall. Everything you try makes you cry. Pain or pleasure, can’t talk…. Then understanding, you stand. At first with a guiding hand. Tip-toeing, then showing, a glowing smile. Formative and tentative, each hurdle a stile. Crossed as each step, a stone is cast. Across the river so vast. Is it all really meant?
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A Fresher Perspective… | TheBogfather
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Poetry with passion for you. A Fresher Perspective…. June 4, 2016. We all ride the tides of indecision. Myopic in a single vision. The waves we ride. Flattened by everyday ways. Becalmed, afraid what to say. Our own visage so tight. Unable to let in the light. Of an opening, even re-opening. That would truly deeply show. See clarity in reality. Of belief in ones self. Taken back off of the high shelf. Where we left it…. To our own being, never all-seeing. But buried, untrusting and sad…. The Writing of M.
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Cycling just makes sense | The Bike Escape
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Adventures on a road bike. Cycling just makes sense. Everytime my wife is sleepy on the couch, I get to choose which movie we watch on Netflix. Either way she will fall asleep in a few minutes and I’ll watch alone. So most of the time I’m choosing a documentary. The last time I ended up, watching a documentary about the “Rebook Crossfit Games.”. 8220;This doesn’t make any sense. Why should I paddel, when I can swim faster? How could sandbagthrowing be helpful in my daily life? 8221;, I thought. When I cy...