Hi. It was nice and warm today. I spent some time napping in the sun outdoors. Jay went for a bike ride, but we spent most of the day together. We went for walks and visited with people and a few nice doggies in our park. Margie went with a neighbor to Parker to get groceries and the food I like.

Sometimes Jay and I sit and talk, like today. He tells me all kinds of things and I talk back with different sounds. I don't know if we understand each other all the time, but I enjoy our exchanges. Doggies like hearing humans talk, especially with their happy voices. But wait, I planned to tell you about something else.

While we were in Beatty Nv we drove to a place called Rhyolite. Its a ghost town, but we didn't meet any ghosts there. The only people who live out there are the ones called Caretakers. I'm not real clear on the attraction people have for such a place. There are only a few buildings that have big fences around them. The rest didn't look much like buildings to me. Jay explained that back in 1908 there were lots of people and buildings. They made millions of dollars mining gold there for a short time and then everyone just went away.

One place J & M liked was a house made of bottles. That sounds odd to me since I know water I drink comes from bottles. Jay said they were mostly from whisky and beer. I guess water bottles don't make good houses. The other building was the train station that was also a casino when the town had people. I know about trains, big and noisy. I was in a casino once and they are big and noisy too. Humans seem to like noise and there was no noise in Rhyolite anymore. Jay said we went there because its part of history. Well, it all looked like a bunch of sand and rocks from my point of view.

We loaded up and drove a little way down the old road to what they said was a museum. I don't get to go into museums, but this one was outside, so we walked around. There were old things that came from the town and some sculptures that really interested J & M. It was "The Last Supper". I heard they were made by draping fabric over people, covering it all with plaster. When its dry the person wiggles out leaving a strange shape. Maybe these are the ghosts of that town, after all. Margie walked around a prayer circle and said her prayers for a safe trip would be answered. Looking back, she must have been right.

I like snooping around, but history isn't really my thing. It did get my attention, however, when Jay said it was time to make some lunch. Food is one thing I understand very well.

That afternoon we went to the park back in Beatty to play and lay in the grass. I'll take a park over a ghost town any day.