How could we visit Roswell, New Mexico and not see the International UFO Museum and Research Center? We are not believers but we couldn’t pass it up.
To give them credit they did have all the material involving the Roswell Incident on display. There were newspaper clippings galore and signed testaments of the those involved.
There was some balanced reporting as well since other explanations of the events were displayed.
But most of it was pretty hokey. A lot of the displays were devoted to different UFO and alien sightings, as well as to UFO movies.
The admission was $8 for the two of us and I suppose it was worth it to be able to say we went. It wasn’t on our bucket lists and realistically it wasn’t worth the drive from Ruidoso, but that’s okay.
We’d give it a C for handicap accessibility partly because the only parking was on the street and Susan had to get up and down the curb before getting in and out of her wheelchair, but mostly because the entrance doors were very narrow and Susan’s wheelchair got hung up in the entrance both getting in and getting out. Once inside everything was level and easy to get to it was just the while getting in and getting out thing that wasn’t too great.
We are camped in Ruidoso, New Mexico and yesterday we drove to Roswell which is about 70 miles east of us. We went to the Roswell Museum and Art Center mostly because it had a section devoted to Robert Goddard, the rocket pioneer.
We’ve been to art museums in different parts of the country and have been disappointed almost every time. I’d hate to think this is because we are old fashioned and “out of it” but I have to say that most “modern” art doesn’t do much for us. I think that this is in part because too often abstract art is like a Rorschach test, it is what you make of it. I suppose there’s nothing wrong with that but I tend to think this is a cop-out on the artist’s part. We both prefer art where the artist definitely says something. We may not like or agree with what the artist is saying but at least we can understand it.
We were more than pleasantly surprised by the Roswell Museum and Art Center. It had a very eclectic collection of art, mostly ranging from the mid-20th century to now, and most of the displayed art had something to say.
Ken Saville – S.A.N.C.H.E.Z.
There was an entire gallery and one hallway devoted to the works of Peter Hurd. He was born in Roswell but studied art in Philadelphia. He returned to the Roswell area to make lithographs in the 1930’s. He eventually settled in San Patricio and his gallery there is now a state historical site. A lot of his landscapes were of local farms and ranches and in our travels through Texas into New Mexico we saw a lot of farms and ranches that looked exactly like his landscapes.
Just outside of Alamagordo, New Mexico, there are a number of pistachio orchards. We just had to stop at the McGinn’s Pistachio Tree Ranch because it had the World’s Largest Pistachio.
They had a store with a lot of touristy-type stuff but there was also testing table with over a dozen varieties of flavored pistachios. They were very good but expensive, even so we still bought a pound of regular shelled pistachios and a half a pound of shelled garlic pistachios.
We are camped in Ruidoso, New Mexico which is in the mountains about 50 miles northeast of Alamagordo. We drove into Alamagordo today to visit the New Mexico Museum of Space History.
The Museum is a 5-story glass building set on a hill above Alamagordo with a great view of the Tularosa basin below. When you first arrive at the museum there are a number of rockets and related items on display out in front. The upper four floors are devoted to exhibits but two of the floors were undergoing renovation and most of the exhibits on those floors were closed or nonexistent. Even so there were a lot of interesting things on display. The White Sands Missile Range is nearby and the Space History museum reflects much of the work that was done there. Like any museum it has areas of expertise and I would say these are rocket sleds, small ballistic missiles and inertial guidance.
We were driving today from San Antonio to San Angelo on Route 87 which is a back-roads Texas highway. It’s mostly two lanes and it goes through the center of a number of towns but in between the speed limit is usually 75 MPH (65 MPH is fast enough for me and the speed we usually get our best fuel mileage at). We were about 50 miles from San Angelo and I was looking in the rear view mirror when I noticed some stuff being thrown up next to our tow dolly. I wasn’t sure what it was, so I immediately pulled over, Once I stopped I could see that the left tire on the tow dolly had blown completely and what I had been seeing was pieces of tire being tossed around.
Now I realize that doesn’t sound like good luck, but we’d been looking for some kind of a pull-out along Route 87 so we could stop and have some lunch and we hadn’t seen anything of the kind for miles and miles. Somehow though we managed to stop right next to a paved pull-out. It was on the other side of the road but all I had to do was drive over to it and we were safe and well off the road. That was good luck.
The tire was completely destroyed and had taken a big chunk out of the fender (which is made of plastic, go figure) as well. We don’t have a spare tire for it so I got on the phone to our Roadside Assistance (Coachnet). It took a couple of tries because the cell phone reception there wasn’t very good and my phone kept dropping the calls, but I was finally able to explain our situation and where we were and they found a nearby tire service that would come and replace it.
In less than an hour and a half from when we pulled over the tire had been replaced by a serviceman from Bob Moore’s Tire Company, and at a very reasonable price ($163 for both the tire and the service call). I duct-taped the fender back together, put the car back on the dolly (I had taken it off to make it easier to get at the tire) and we were back on our way.
We were lucky and we know it. This could have been much, much worse. Our car and the tow dolly itself could have been damaged and we could have been stuck on the edge of a busy highway, getting blown side-to-side every time a big rig truck went by. Instead we had some lunch and read for a bit well off the highway while waiting for the service truck, got our service done quickly and at a reasonable price, and were on our way again none the worse for the experience.
We were in San Antonio about a year and a half ago and visited the Riverwalk at that time. It is very charming and every city should have one. We’re back in San Antonio partly because it was more or less on our route (we’re meandering to Arizona) and partly because Susan wanted to see the Riverwalk again.
We got there a bit after noon and the first thing we did was find a restaurant for some lunch. While waiting for our lunch to appear, we noticed that there were a large number of ducks and geese both in the water and walking all around. We don’t remember seeing them the last time we were here but was Spring then and it is Fall now so maybe that has something to do with it.
The ducks in particular were very bold and not shy about walking among the tables at the restaurant. There were more ducks than pigeons, but they were both after the same thing, which is whatever crumbs people dropped off their table from their lunch.
The Riverwalk is very pleasant and we enjoyed rambling around. Some care has been taken to make it handicap accessible since there are at least a half-dozen public elevators located at different points and ramps alongside many of the stairs. Even so, there are several restaurants we had to pass by because you had to climb a set of stairs to get to them and we had to go back up to the street level and down a block to find a handicap accessible bathroom. We never did find a way to get to one section of the Riverwalk because all the accesses that led to it consisted of stairs. Even so, we enjoyed it and it was worth the trip into San Antonio from our campground on the outskirts of town.
We’re currently camped near San Antonio, Texas. Usually once we’ve pulled into a campsite, after putting down the levelers and putting out the slides, I start the water heater and then start the search function for the satellite dish (their buttons are right next to each other on the control panel). I’d asked for a satellite dish-friendly spot in the campground because it doesn’t have cable TV, but after 15 minutes the satellite dish hadn’t locked onto a satellite. Although there was a tree nearby it didn’t really look like it was in the way but I wasn’t overwhelmingly positive I knew which direction the satellite was located in. I figured I’d have to move the motor home backwards about 5 or 6 feet in order to miss the tree (PITA since I’d already hooked everything up) but I decided to put that off for a bit later since I had other things to do first.
I took a walk over to the campground office to take care of some paperwork and when I came back I had a WTF moment: our satellite dish was standing on one side. No wonder it couldn’t lock onto the DirecTV satellite, it was pointed sideways!
When I got up on the roof of the motor home it was evident that we hadn’t hit something (and we probably would have heard a loud clunk if we had) it had just come loose. Not totally surprising after 6 or 7 years of road vibration. I re-attached it to its brackets and tightened the screws and nuts as hard as I could. Once it was flat again it had no problem finding the DirecTV satellite.
Even if it had come completely loose it probably wouldn’t have fallen off the roof since it is attached by several sturdy cables but it could have damaged the cables if it had and that would probably have been an expensive repair. This has been a year for repairs and we were fortunate this time that I noticed the problem before it became serious and that I was able to fix it myself.
The Eastern States Exposition is like a state fair, but for all of New England and it’s on steroids. It’s been over ten years since we last came but it doesn’t seem to have changed a bit. We came on a Tuesday, so the crowds weren’t all that bad.
As usual there were lots of places selling food that probably wasn’t all that good for you but that’s part of the attraction.
I indulged myself with a triple-pig sandwich: pulled pork, sausage and bacon.