|Trying to escape the urban sprawl|
Granted, in the big scheme of things, I'm lucky. I don't have to ride 20 miles to hit calm country roads. I used to live that way when I was stationed near downtown Minneapolis. At least half my ride seemed to be waiting at stoplights, and unless I drove to the outskirts, I would have to plan on a solid 3-4 hours just to get some miles in. Driving to ride is something I detest, so when I began looking for a place to move, Madison seemed like a good fit.
On my road rides throughout Dane County, I roll past old red barns, small deserted towns, farm equipment sales lots, a multitude of critters and more and more, developed neighborhoods with 6,000-8,000 square foot mcmansions. These "neighborhoods" are often walled in like fortresses, and bare names which try to conjure up a sense peace, tranquility and oneness with nature. In reality, they are almost always toxic since they are on a constant spray of herbicides, energy hogs--especially since many have laws not allowing solar panels, and an eye sore. Most of the developers of these sites chose one of two routes. They either purchased farm fields from retiring farmers and divided the acreage up into tidy lots or they bulldozed stands of trees, opting to plant a few decorative ones in their place, to allow the new home owners to have a manicured yard.
|Phesant Point...I've never seen a phesant near this neighborhood|
In my own selfish world, I curse these developers. They are ruining why I road ride--to get away from the city on quiet roads without polluting the air. My views from ridge lines are now dotted with 30ft. vaulted glass windows and pools. I wonder if in another ten years, I'll be in the same situation I was in when I lived in Minneapolis. Am I going to have to move yet again just to get away from the sprawl? It is because of these thoughts, and many others, I am so pro inner city development. I approve of packing as many folks as possible inside the city limits--forcing folks to live with less space. I'm guessing there won't be an option in fifty years when folks have to admit we're in a energy crisis...so until then, I will continue to keep my head down and gaze forward while riding through the urban sprawl.
|Timber Ridge--where the only trees are decorative|