While driving through west Texas and in particular through New Mexico I was totally unprepared for how stark and spare that region of the United States is. When looking at a map there were dots and names for towns, but as we drove past we typically found the ‘town’ to primarily consist of a small sign declaring the town and in one case (as we desperately needed gas) a single building declaring ‘Fresh Water’ and nothing else. There is an empty vastness to New Mexico that I didn’t understand until driving through the state.
We stopped in Roswell for food and gas. We were hoping that there would be some attractions for us to waste some time at (I’ve heard of the cheesy alien museum, but we had no idea where it was), but didn’t run into anything while driving through the main strip. Roswell didn’t seem that much different than most small towns aside from the requisite large eyed aliens outside of every shop (every fast food joint had a little green man outside).
Stairway to Heaven is a long song:
Carlos, drop it again: