What's Wrong Here?

Due to popular demand (okay one or two of you anyway), I'm posting a picture from our extended sojourn to the Smoky Mountains of Tennessee a week ago.

See anything awry in this picture? How about the one-speed Huffy Geezer Rideabout racked on the back of our Saturn Vue. In the "what was I thinking" department, who would expect that a bike used to coasting the flatlands of Michigan would be able to conquer the steep grades of the Appalachians.

Even Tour De France champion Lance Armstrong would probably look at my bike and these hills and go, "No way."

But the cabin was pretty as you can see. Just the idyllic romantic retreat for the three of us . . . Wendy, me and some critter who was doing the jitterbug on our ceiling one night. I thought he was on the roof you see here, but I went outside and he wasn't. So he found a way in to our attic space. Great.

So I had to take a broom handle and rap on the ceiling. After that, he was quiet anyway. Doing that kind of reminded me of our days of apartment living after we got married.