A few hours of driving did leave to a stop in Roswell, New Mexico, which was depressingly not as alien themed as we would have liked. There were a couple of really cool/funny/cute/kind of odd things that kept us entertained. The ugly mural on the Wal-Mart front of what can only be described as how a toddle imagines aliens, flying saucer MickyD's, and a Arby's sign in Martian welcoming aliens. Trust me... Aliens are not going to travel light years and eat Arby's despite how good Jessie Tang and Alex Warr think it is. And then there were smaller touches like this:
We had overly priced, but really decent New Mex-Mex food at Tia Juanas. We discovered this place after a trip to the Visitor's Center, which was a cool idea. The really helpful attendant gave us lunch tips and pointed us toward a small free museum that wasn't impressive minus an exhibit on Goddard's rockets and a piece of 80s modern art that I proclaimed was ahead of its time.
The drive turned from beautiful to plain and unimpressive, but we can't all see magical things always. However, there was a simple beauty to the flat, dry land littered with oil pumps.
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