Well, Ok. Our balcony I guess. Apparently, Annabelle was a student in the girls’ school here early in the hotel’s life. She had an affair with a professor and got pregnant and somehow ended up falling off the balcony of our room. Now she can be seen peeking into the windows of the dining room and falling off the balcony. There are several other ghosts on our floor, but we haven’t seen any ourselves, praise be.
We did some shopping today. And quite a bit of eating. Not as much walking as yesterday because we are too sore from yesterday. We walked mostly downhill today and rode the trolleys up the hill. I’ve gotten in some great reading time on our lovely balcony.
We’ve found that the nightlife here is not really for us. All the bars are smoke-filled, and my asthma is having a heyday as it is with all this thin mountain air. So, mostly, we find ourselves in our room by 10.
It’s very disconcerting to me to see all these beautiful Victorian houses with old recliners and junk on the porches and Harley Davidson signs in the windows. All the well-kept homes are bed and breakfasts, or timeshares.
We head home tomorrow. Then, we start planning our 20th anniversary!
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