Our journey has taken us north and west of Carlsbad. Along our route we stop in the sleepy town of Roswell, New Mexico. It is fair to say, although not sure the residents would agree, that Roswell is pretty non-descript and driving down the main street there is not a lot going on. The reason for our visit is Roswell’s most famous historic event - the discovery of a supposed alien crashed space craft in 1947. The story goes that a local farmer found the peculiar objects in a field on his property and reported this to the local authorities. Initial reports claimed this to be an alien craft but the government official later changed to story to say it was actually a crashed weather balloon. As time went by a number of the key people involved – including some ex-government officials- changed their stories through affidavits. This led to a great number of people calling “foul” and believing the whole thing was a government cover-up and there was actually an alien space craft.


Unfortunately we still had some way to go to our final destination of the day, Santa Fe. We crossed the interior of New Mexico, which you could say is just another desert, but we have grown fond of deserts but this one was not too exiting. As we near Santa Fe the landscape takes a dramatic improvement as the Sangre de Cristo Mountains climb from the desert floor. Their 13,000 foot plus snow covered peaks cut a impressive swath in the New Mexico skyline. Eventually we reach the RV park (for our non-US readers RV stands for Recreational Vehicle and is generally what motor homes are called here), close to the down town area of Santa Fe, as usual we arrive just after the office has closed shop for the night so have to find our pitch ourselves. This RV site is very scabby with some very dilapidated looking motor homes on site with some equally dilapidated owners. We will try to do our “trailer trash” best to fit in here for a few days.
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