Roswell that Ends Well

Roswell, New Mexico, is one of the most magnificently cheesy towns I've ever been in. There are blow-up alien dolls outside many of the businesses, and alien murals, and "Area 51" this, and "abduction" that, and so on.


The thing about this town is, it's famous, but the thing it's famous for is not very tangible. So they have to just put up gift shops and themed eateries, but it's not like you can tour a UFO. So the attraction mainly consists of the gift shops, which is odd. One enterprising gift shop made a cheesy "black light immersive art experience", themed on UFOs of course. We went in it. Pure cheese, and twice as stinky. Mark has just asked me to say that he liked it. (nerd.)


There is the International UFO Museum, but there's not any solid evidence of anything, so the museum is just a bunch of written displays full of people's opinions and some plastic models of stuff. Here's an alien autopsy:


The hilarity factor of this museum is not to be underestimated, however. One diagram of a crop circle earnestly describes how the crop circle pattern obviously represents how the soul is connected to the body. Oh, yeah, obviously. Because everybody knows exactly what THAT looks like.

A lot of the museum consisted of newspaper clippings of the big Roswell incident where the ufo/weather balloon/whatever crashed, and also affidavits from the people involved. There was one gem among the humdrum exhibits - behold, What to do if you see a UFO:


Anyway. Enough of that. We sadly didn't see any real aliens, or spaceships, or anything. We DID find an exciting "Cowboy Church" near our campsite. Who knew that cowboys conducted their own specific religious stuff?