Rat Tails

At this point in our lives, vacations are centered on visits with family and friends. While we are okay with this, there is a part of us that longs to choose an exciting, adventurous vacation destination.

Instead, this summer, we are making various stops in Indiana, with a fun week a lake with cousins as the final destination. We've packed our bikes with child seat, jogging stroller that only partially folds, toys, cooler, tent, sleeping bags, and our juicer. It is a full load.

While we are at Grandpa and Grandma Marquell's home, we are taking advantage of the eager built in babysitting and going for runs together without pushing the stroller. This is a farming community and pretty old town. Some of the houses were built in the 1800 and aren't necessarily preserved. As we were running along on our way out into the country yesterday, I spotted a strange shape coming out of a second story window... it was the lower half of a rather large rat. I was too amazed to be totally disgusted.

Sometimes you see things you wouldn't otherwise when you run, and sometimes they aren't really what you want to see. I hope no one lives in that house anymore, if they do... they need to run by and look up. If you are reading this, I am sure you will either choose to avert your eyes next time you run by an old, nearly dilapidated house, or you will look up out of curiosity. Maybe you'll see something charming. I hope so. Next time I know I will look, but this morning I requested an alternate running route. One doesn't need to see rat tails everyday.