Road Notes: Day 133
It’s cold. And rainy. Isn’t this supposed to be the desert? Wasn’t I wearing shorts and a tank top just yesterday? We planned on walking around Roswell and exploring the kitschy alien goodness. Doesn’t look like that is going to happen. We grabbed breakfast at the Cowboy Cafe and discussed the day’s plans over chicken friend bacon. Yes, that is correct. Bacon that is rolled in chicken batter, deep friend, and served with a side of dipping gravy. Yes, we ate it. Yes, it was delicious. Let me say that it is impossible to improve upon bacon (unless you serve it as a steak), but this was still novel and enjoyable. At breakfast we did some research, and honestly, it doesn’t seem like Roswell has too much to offer anyways. Maybe the rain saved us.
Across from the cafe was a ranch wear store. We are on our way to Taos so that Branden can attend the Earthship Academy and learn to build self sustaining homes. The academy is equal parts classroom study and construction/building. He needs gear. He got it there. A few hats, work gloves, rain gear, tools…and now he is set.
Before getting back on the road, we decided that we did need to do at least one alien-oriented tourist trap. We weren’t into the idea of the museum, so we hit up Alien Zone gift shop. They had all things UFO and nothing that we need. A few alien-prop photos and we were out the door. There was a flea market next door, so of course we went in. We snagged a few bundles of vintage drink swizzlers. Some were from the 1972 RNC in San Diego. The only problem is that the convention wasn’t held in San Diego, but was switched to Miami at the last minute. I don’t know what they did with all of the 'San Diego' branded merchandise, but some of it made it’s way to Roswell NM. And for that, I am thankful. We got gas, were about to hit the road, and then we noticed a Goodwill. So duh we shopped more. We were there for about 15 minutes and got some really great stuff.
We decided to stay in Roswell thinking there would be some fun stuff to do (I don’t know why I assumed that). I don’t like dissing on a place after spending half a day there, but it was just kind of sad. It looked like it had been a slight tourist destination for alien hunters in the 90s, then maybe people stopped coming, and nothing had been updated since. The entire town was outdated and fraying around the edges, but not in a charming way. Maybe during the annual UFO Festival it is a bit more lively and fun. It was interesting how many businesses embrace the alien fascination by putting wood-carved extraterrestrials on their property. For me, it was just a bit depressing. Doing some reading, we discovered the the famous “Roswell UFO incident” didn’t even happen in Roswell, but in Corona, about 30 miles away. My recommendation is that half a day was more than enough time in Roswell, and all of that time should be spent second hand shopping.
I will also add that just outside of Roswell is devastatingly beautiful. We got back on the road, put on some music, and just happened to witness one of the most beautiful sunsets I’ve ever seen. Ominous clouds swirled over the mountains. Animals grazed on ranches. Homes spotted the terrain every now and then, made minuscule by the expansive land. Then miles and miles of nothing but phone poles and the road ahead of us. The sun dipped under the clouds, highlighting them in brilliant hot pink. We pulled over to take pictures. It was too magical and beautiful to not try to capture. We both knew that a photo would never to it justice, but we hoped. Jumping back in the truck, we listened to music and just enjoyed the moment.
Then more podcasts. For hours.
We got to Santa Fe, which is only about an hour and a half outside of our RV site in Taos. We grabbed a bite, stopped by the bank, and were about to parking lot camp when we decided to just go big, get to Taos, and be done with driving. Branden is amazing. Since there was terrible weather, lack of street lighting, and tons of hills and mountains, he drove the entire time. He takes great care of me.
Road Notes are timed entries—written in thirty minutes or less at the end of each day. Considerations are made for spelling/legibility but not for grammar. Deal with it.