Monday

I got an unwelcome phone call in the morning: My sister-in-law, my brother, Frank's, wife, has died. No plans for the funeral yet.
Watched pickleball, then went to Cloudcroft Manor. This is a hundred and nineteen-year-old hotel, rumored to have a pretty chambermaid, "Rebecca," as resident haunt. Got good exercise in walking up the fairly steep road to it.
Had another good dinner on the deck; I do like eating outside. Did some preliminary packing, slept well, and now I must reconcile myself to leaving. It's been a wonderful trip!