A small detour to New Mexico

Wednesday turned into a hardcore day on the road. Leaving Austin and plotting a somewhat scenic route, we aimed our GPS for Dodge through a few way points so we could see the drier parts of Texas. However, after a while we found us not horribly far from Roswell, New Mexico, and went for it. The little UFO city is simply too tempting to pass up.

Western Texas; hills and mostly straight roads.

Western Texas; hills and mostly straight roads.

This.. is.. TEXAS!

This.. is.. TEXAS!

The nature down here is very different from what we’ve been passing so far, which further fuels a strong feeling of isolation as we go 30 minutes without seeing another car on the road. There is the odd oil pump where Indians used to be, and the large empty plains are all fenced in. Signs advertise land for sale.

No country for old men.

No country for old men.

We passed through quite a few of these dead towns.

We passed through quite a few of these dead towns.

Still, the empty roads and ghost towns are better then the never-ending line of gas-stations and intersections that surround the larger cities. Dallas and Fort Worth have grown into one big town, lined by warehouses, gas-stations, shops and parking lots. I’d take the empty prairie any day.

Sun goes down over the New Mexico praire.

Sun goes down over the New Mexico prairie.

We got to Roswell about an hour after sundown, and following our guide book we found a cheap and recently renovated motel and opted to save our touristing for tomorrow. No aliens yet though, but the night is still young.

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