So I entered a motor vehicle for the first time in four weeks. I was sad to let my streak die, but it was good to get more than ten miles out of town. I felt like I was travelling extremely fast. It was weird like being in the future. A new friend from school, Liz, invited me to go feed her horse at a ranch in Florence. There were three dogs there that were insane and poorly behaved, but they were nice poochies and I liked them. The dogs and one of the cats followed us out to the river where we had some intense games of catch with only one tennis ball.
--This is Brego. He is a horse.
--Earl
--Back in Missoula. I got dropped of at school where my bike was. This is on the bike trail on the way home
--One of the three tunnels they built for me on my commute. They go under these horrible busy streets so I don't even have to stop. That was nice of them. It probably just looks like a tunnel to most, but if you listen to enough death metal you will realize that it is actually the eye of a panther.