Day Nineteen

We got to sleep in this morning because we wanted to visit the UFO Museum in Roswell and it didn't open until 9:00. Scott wasn't so sure about this. I think he figured that it was a tourist trap. Low and behold when we got there at 9:02, there was already a line. It was very interesting and there was so much stuff to look at. It's hard to leave this place not believing in some form of aliens.

We then continued north through New Mexico, making one short hop off the interstate to see the "official" grave of Billy the Kid in Fort Sumner, New Mexico. The rest of the trip was all driving. We rolled into Colorado Springs around 8:00 tonight. Tomorrow is a setting the alarm day, as we have somewhere to be at 9:00!

Scott, before we went into the UFO Museum. (You can see the doubt on his face!)
The offical mascot of the museum. This was hand carved from a guy in Silverton, Oregon.

Scott at the end of the tour. He was more excited at this point.

The grave of Billy the Kid and two of his pals.

I have lost count how many headstones and graves we have taken pictures of. These are in an iron cage because people kept stealing them.

Eastern New Mexico is very very very flat. It was not what we imagined. We thought it would be rocky and the red and orange colors you normally associate with Santa Fe.

As soon as we crossed into Colorado the hill started. The trees are starting to change to their fall colors.