So, on today, my seventh day on the road, I drove from Roswell to Albuquerque. Down a lovely four lane highway called 285. I saw sheep, cows and horses. And one lone cow in the middle of a huge field.
But as I was leaving Roswell, I saw something I didn’t see arriving in Roswell. Probably because I came into town a different way than I left. Anyway, in my rear view mirror I saw the welcome to Roswell sign.
So, as any good road trippin’ tourist would do, I turned around, went back and took some pictures. Which required me to get out of the car and walk in the dirt a bit. I could just see myself rolling around in the dirt, under the boiling sun, trying to get up. But, that didn’t happen!
So once I got back on the road, I settled in for a long, quiet drive. Mainly because there was no cell phone reception, but it was peaceful. And scenic. And then, I saw two large…things, in the near distance. One on each side of the road.
And the guy on my right, pointing at the other guy.
I have no clue what these two guys are doing or why they are there, but here they are. FYI…they were about 10-12 feet high. And of course I stopped and took some pictures.
The rest of the drive was uneventful, but gorgeous.
I had dinner at the western most Cracker Barrel in the United States. Their cook is obviously NOT from the South. Oh well.
I have discovered that driving on the four lanes versus the interstate is an easier drive for me. Seven days in and I feel really good!