Sitting here in the Roswell, New Mexico Motel 6 right now. I'm jazzed. Tomorrow, Allie and I are totally planning on being the cheesy tourists taking pictures next to whatever hokey attractions they have going on. We already passed the "Alien Walmart" coming into town, and Allie insisted on driving up and taking a bunch of pictures of it. Including one of a Walmart employee standing in front of the alien murals painted in the windows. Welcome to America.
We didn't originally plan on going through Roswell, but as we were heading into Amarillo, TX the weather started to go south so we veered south (you like that?) in hopes of something better. Unfortunately, it's almost as cold here as it was back in Lawrence, and that's why we ended up in a motel. The wind is blowing so violently that our van was rocking as we sat in the parking lot. Staying in a motel is cheating a little bit, but it'll be nice to get a good night's sleep since we have over half our journey to complete tomorrow.
I spent most of our drive between Amarillo and Roswell totally creeped out, between the desolate roads, oppressive darkness, and choice of conversation topics. Once we figured out we'd end up stopping in Roswell, the conversation inevitably turned to extra terrestrial life, government cover ups, the size of the universe, etc. - basically just all matter of topics that you can throw into that "unknown" category. I started to get shivers down my spine as we drove through darkness down a rather deserted highway, jumping at every tumbleweed that crossed our path. It wasn't long before I was gripping the steering wheel maniacally, peering into the blackness, and expecting to see some alien materializing in front of me. Damn that imagination of mine.
I would love to write more, but I'm pretty much falling asleep at the keyboard, and my ability to form coherent sentences is failing . . . hopefully the next time I update, I'll be to my destination!
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