Memory Lane

The weather here in Wisconsin has been just about perfect. We have been spending most of our time on the lake fishing and swimming with the kids. After a few hundred and a nasty sun burn, I managed to get on my bike. I started out riding up Irma Hill and then over to the Wisconsin River then followed that back to Merrill. The roads are great with very little traffic. On the way back I took a stroll down memory lane and rode past the place where I grew up. It was really weird to see other people living there. The memories of riding our bikes in the woods and to the neighbors were great but everthing has gotten smaller. What used to seem like a long ride far from home now only took me 45 seconds. Even some of the hills I used to struggle up are now nothing more than minor speed bumps. Weird how things change like that.