We had plans to look for the fossils, which we did, but didn't dare drive any further up the mountain road to get ourselves to the place that we discovered them before.
So the ghost town and fossils would have to wait for yet another day.
Promised Trev that if we got home safely, and could find some fuses (we were on the very last one, remember, near a hundred miles from home, after seven oclock on a Sunday evening... what small town would have available parts at that time?) that we would go see UnderDog at the drive-in.
I am happy to say that we arrived home safely, scurried to pack up pillows, and headed to the drive-in. Stayed to watch Ratatouille again, also.
A big day.