There was no doubt that we had arrived in Roswell, New
Mexico this afternoon as we were greeted by a number of little green men along
our route into town. Many businesses have alien creatures waving to you as you drive along Main Street.
Our campsite |
The day started with a little bit of a snag as we went to
pick up our trailer at the storage lot in south Amarillo. In November when we
left the trailer I took the battery home and kept it on a charger until we
packed it for the trip back south.
When I installed it back on the trailer there was plenty of
spark so I knew the battery was still good. When I tried to raise and lower the
trailer with the automatic jack, I got bupkis.
(I know there is a rather foul translation of that word, but I mean it
in the sense of “absolutely nothing”).
After trying a number of different things, I finally gave up
and went and got one of the employees from the RV Center who discovered one of
the wires was slightly loose. The folks were very nice and didn’t charge me for
the 15 minutes they had to work on the trailer so we were very appreciative.
Then it was off to Roswell. Today’s trip (after the little
electric “snafu” – which also has a rather foul translation) was one of the
easiest of our four years of RVing. The winds were relatively calm (they are
never calm in Amarillo) and what wind there was came from behind us. The
tailwind allowed me to make the trip from Amarillo to Roswell without a stop.
Even more amazing than not having to stop for gas was not
having to find a rest room for Joan. She set some kind of record for herself
today for distance without needing a restroom. Yeah Joan!
On the way through the west end of Texas we drove through a
county that Joan said was appropriately named for me – “Deaf Smith County.” There’s an interesting story on how the
county got its name on Wikipedia.
Originally, it was pronounced “Deef Smith County” but over the years the
more proper pronunciation has been used.The aliens were waiting for us at Walmart |
The county also proudly proclaims itself as the “Beef
Capital of the World” and we wouldn’t argue as there are places where it looks
like you could walk for miles over the top of them without having to hit the
ground.
We saw cows and bulls that were feeders and a few others
called breeders. From my perspective I think the breeders have the better deal.
We passed a number of big name companies and then drove through Friona, which
bills itself as the “Biggest Small Town in Texas.”
Sightseeing along these out of the way places is the kind of
thing we dreamed about when we planned on spending our retirement traveling.
It’s the kind of country where you could imagine seeing John
Wayne or any number of cowboys galloping across the plains. There were times on
US 70, which is not a minor road, where we might go five or ten minutes without
being passed or seeing a car coming in the other direction.
We checked into our park, which is very nice, and then
headed back the way we came to shop at a local Walmart we saw on the way in.
Our "alien" welcome |
The restrooms and showers here are nice so we won’t gross
anyone out by not keeping clean. By the way the temperature when we left
Amarillo was 28 degrees and 38 degrees when we arrived in Roswell. We
understand that it is considerably warmer back home in Lapeer. Go figure. We spent the rest of the day setting up the trailer and watching NFL playoff football.
Tomorrow we will investigate the alien stories and report
back.
Mileage out: 37102
Time out: 9:51 a.m. (Central Standard Time)
Mileage in: 37311
Time in: 12:55 p.m. (Mountain Standard Time)
Well....maybe you'll report back. Maybe not. Maybe you two will be victims of alien abduction. It is, after all, Roswell. Good luck and hoping to hear from you tomorrow ;-)
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