The morning began somewhat foggily--no that's not a metaphor, emo punk. It really was foggy, but it had lifted by the time we entered New Mexico:
When you think of New Mexico, what do you think of? Pipe down, those of you who have been there. Do you think of Mexico, only newer? Desert, illegal immigrants, etc? Well think again because this state rocks. We began the day at Carlsbad National Park, with a whole new set of scenery. We encountered our first real bushy cacti, which Kristen proceeded to prick herself on.
There were also some pretty sweet hills around the caverns. The Chihuahuan Desert, they call it. I didn't see any of those damn yippy dogs though. Thank Bobness. The caverns themselves were enormous. Luray Caverns got nothin' on these mamajammas. They have one cavern, aptly named the "Big Room" that is about 600,000 sq. ft. or 14 football fields. We Americans like to measure incomprehensible size in football fields. Anyway, that puts it at the largest cavern room in the Western Hemisphere.
We had lunch at this place in White's City (side note: when we first saw signs for White's City, the font they used made me think it said "Whites Only" and I was almost really excited. I swear I'm not really racist, guys. Chill out). Anyway, it's right outside Carlsbad. We told the guy who served us that we were from Virginia and he immediately looked at a map. Good people, though. Super friendly. Great personalities. He rocked those sweat pants.
We then headed to Roswell for some alien interaction. Verdict: those aliens need to step up their game, because we were not impressed. The UFO Museum (and Research Center) looked like a middle school science fair set up in a gymnasium.
But, it presented some interesting evidence to a government cover up, which was its goal. So, mission accomplished, guys.
As we set out past Roswell, we were officially ahead of schedule. I think that since General Mosby is now an outlaw in Virginia, she tends to run a little faster than normal. That, and it was Time-Warp Tuesday! Woo! Sonic Boom!
The drive through central/Western New Mexico was gorgeous. I later found out that this area is called the "Billy the Kid Scenic Byway" because, I guess, he once took a dump here. Anyway, I may look into purchasing some property in Ruidoso. It's 7500 ft. above sea level, it's got Apache casinos, fine dining, skiing, theatre, and a friggin' castle. Maybe that's the property I'll look into buying. Anyway, it was so pretty out that we agreed it would be a shame to continue driving in the dark, so we found the Classic Inn at Alamobambo #5, NM. It's a nice little gathering of chain restaurants and people who were probably once in chains. We chose Crapplebee's for lack of more authentic (read: Mexican) dining fare. If you ever find yourself there, pray you don't get Nicole as a waitress. She's terrible enough to be called out by name.
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