I worked on some different things today, then took a break to visit the site of the old town of Black, which was moved to be next to the railroad tracks, and renamed Interior. Not much there to see except an indentation where the bar used to be. I spent the evening at Johnston Ranch with friends and my friends' family, where we had a bonfire, roasted brats, and danced a little. We all had a sleep over in the guest cabin.
Old townsite of Black, Interior's predecessor. Green patch to the right is where the bar was.
John milking his goat.
Take a left at the fork in the road to get to the Johnston's.
