Today Will and I rode the Ozaukee Interurban trail from Grafton/Cedarburg to Port Washington.

Above, we are crossing the wide and clear-running Milwaukee River.

Here, going over Interstate 43.

Walking around the harbor at Port W, we had to stop at the filleting station, of course.

And then we had lunch. Oddly enough I had a tuna melt.

After lunch we explored some more, then back to the bikes for the return trip—only to find I had a flat tire. Great time, but rather embarrassing to have to be rescued. Turns out a tiny piece of glass infiltrated my front tire.

For anyone interested in Interurban trains, check this out:
"Interurban Queen" by R. A. Lafferty
”A clever tongue-in-cheek utopian story, a glimpse at an alternate universe in which the automobile has been outlawed and America is covered in railways. It starts with theory--a dude with a big inheritance in 1907 has to decide whether to invest in rubber (for car tires) or in trains that will connect small cities, and he consults the experts, who tell him that the automobile will turn America into a living hell by fostering the development of dense cities and suburban sprawl and by turning everybody into an arrogant jerk.”