Another year bolder
Trip Start Jun 25, 2010
25Trip End Aug 23, 2010
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The day started out beautifully, the sky looked so huge, with big white puffy clouds. It was hot, but I thrive in the dry heat. Marc had bought me a birthday coffee and we were on our way. As we drove we noticed some heavy clouds in the distance, but didn't think too much of them until we started seeing lightening bolts, and the sky darkening.
We stopped in Albuquerque to get some grub and gas, and so Marc could giggle like a little girl at the Albuquerque Holiday Inn, which, if you're a Weird Al fan may make you burst into song
I bought a poncho at a trading post, Marc bought fireworks.
Around Encino, NM we found an abandoned village. It looked like everyone just up and left, leaving their mud homes and out houses to rot. We did some exploring in the houses that looked the safest - even then, the floors were so worn out that we didn't dare venture too far in. We had to watch our every step, exposed nails, rotting boards, cactus and a "Indiana Jones: Crystal Skull" style ant hills were everywhere. We explored as long as the weather permitted. At that point the storm had caught up to us, and we almost had to run to shelter.
While driving down the highway, on one side of us there was a severe thunderstorm, and on the other side it was sunny and white clouds. It was so surreal, it went from night to day in one turn of your head. The storm was violent, and caused sand storms - the sunny side looked like a postcard, so beautiful and clear. I took way too many pictures of this, trying to capture the extremes, but nothing compared to seeing it in real life
We got to Roswell around 7pm, and started to look for a place to stay. The place is packed, and there are aliens on everything (even the weather in the news paper is given by an alien). We tried quite a few hotels and motels, and everything was either booked or charging an arm and a leg. I managed to see someone putting up a sign for a motel, and although it looked in disrepair, I convinced Marc to atleast inquire as to if there were rooms available. As it turns out, the place wasn't a real motel (yet), they were just fitting the sign, for the man had recently purchased the lot and they were fixing it up. He did however have a room that was available for half the price of the rest of the places we had found. We were their first customers, and the only people in the whole motel.
Marc treated me to Birthday pizza, and we walked around looking at the many many fireworks in the sky. They seemed to be going off in every direction. Marc said he called Roswell and told them we would be there, so they bought them for me for my birthday. I know it's not true, but it's cute.
We fell asleep watching Star Wars. Fitting.