Rhyolite Ghost Town
April 15, 2015
We'd been in the car together for who knows how long. Dad doesn't like to stop much, he's more of a "look at it out the window" type of person. At this point, our trek out west to see old ghost towns, had not led us to any ghost towns, since the driver wasn't really keen on the idea. Rhyolite was our first stop. Finally! We were cramped and bored, at last we could finally get out. So, we checked out this art, walked around and went into the visitor center. The man volunteering at the center, played this native american flute so beautifully.