The next stop on our trip was perhaps a little ridiculous, but something we had agreed was a necessity.
The UFO museum in Roswell, New Mexico is an interesting blend of campy and insane. The walls are lined with "evidence", first-hand accounts of the incident that supposedly took place in 1947, along with copies of redacted government documents that prove that everything was hushed up. We tried to keep our giggles to a minimum, as it was very clear that whoever runs this place takes themselves very seriously.
It was clear that Roswell is a small town that knows what it has going for it. Even the McDonald's sign was in an alien language.
Admittedly, this part of the country is pretty creepy at night. And fairly boring in general. You can see why an alien landing would be such an appealing idea.
Anyway, having seen what Roswell had to offer, we drove on, made the requisite failure to turn left in Albuquerque (and had a fabulous lunch there at The Frontier), and headed off into the desert.
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