Of course, heading north from Carlsbad took us right into Roswell where we had to stop and look for aliens. And we found some!
And they can laugh at themselves a little too...
At Roswell, we turned west and went in search of the perfect spot to vegetate for a few days. We stopped at Socorro for supplies, drove through Magdalena, passed the VLA (which we knew we were coming back to) and arrived at Datil Wells, a small BLM campground - $5.00/night - that had community water and vault toilets.
Back in the cattle driving days, they would bring herds from Arizona across central New Mexico to the railhead, about 100 miles. Water was scarce so they drilled wells every 10 miles so the cattle would have water. The wells are still operational and the campground water at Datil Wells BLM is supplied from one of these wells. Pretty cool.
Datil Wells had extensive and well marked trails leading up and around the surrounding hills. Pretty of room for the dogs to run, gorgeous overlooks and the beginnings of our elevation acclimation process as we were camped at about 6,500 feet.
And of course they had stuff for us novices to play with.
This just amazed us. We could barely whisper into the antenna and could hear each other clearly. Something about parabolas...whatever...it was cool.
The cloudy weather kept following us...
We made friends here! The campground had a very small visitor area with WiFi which is where I went to scope out our next destination. Heather was there doing the same thing. Turns out that Heather and Tom are from Barre, Vermont - a town of less than 10,000. Wow, I have a cousin, nephews and aunt and uncle who live in Barre! That bit of commonality as well as them being early retirees like us, and ATV enthusiasts all lead to a fun evening of getting to know each other. We truly hope to meet up with them again.
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