Today Fletcher took me to the International UFO Museum Research Center in Roswell, New Mexico. It was a real eye-opener.
Fletcher started by showing me the type of communication and surveillance equipment that was available to the US Air Force in 1947.
After sharing evidence from the crash site, he went on to detail the extent of the government cover up.
For Fletcher, the alien autopsy is clearly one of the most convincing pieces of evidence.
According the Mr. F, this display is quite accurate.
Even so, I remained skeptical.
At any rate, we both enjoyed the alien landing recreation.
And Fletcher REALLY enjoyed the research library. He asked me to read numerous direct sources to him aloud. It was slightly embarrassing, but then, he had some trouble holding the folios.
Afterward, Fletcher asked to do some shopping at the local alien shops.
I’m still not convinced, but it’s clear that Fletcher is a TRUE BELIEVER.
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Driving through the Rockies is beautiful, gorgeous, and absolutely awe-inspiring. Not a bad way to spend Thanksgiving. Not at all.
We left Provo during a snow storm. After our recent stay in the desert, Fletcher wasn’t quite sure how this was possible.
But the higher we went in elevation, the more snow we saw. And the more snow we saw, the more he discovered his natural love of all things snow!
Along the way, we found Penny’s Diner…
…and a Thanksgiving feast fit for a king!
We have so much to be thankful for.
When you’re out on the road, it’s important to keep close tabs on the weather. And I do. The weather report said I should expect extended periods of light rain during my stay in the White Wash Sand Dunes.
Light rain? No problem.
Fletcher and I did some work while we waited for the rain to subside, when suddenly I looked out the window and saw this…
And it didn’t stop. For like, more than 20 hours…
What I didn’t know was that rain on desert clay becomes a super-slick ooze that holds no shape, provides no traction, and sucks everything around it into its muddy soul.
I mean, these were my footprints as I walked around the campsite to asses the situation. It was like walking on slushy ice. As soon as I would pick my foot up, the slushy hole filled with gooey water! How is that even possible?
“You’ve got this,” I told myself. “Plan your line. Try it without the trailer. Walk it. Commit and trust.”
I connected the trailer (with now partially submerged tires) to the truck. The back of the Canyon sank down into the muddy bog. I took a deep breath, grabbed a handful of trail mix (I hadn’t bothered to eat breakfast…) and gave the gas moderate pressure.
I can’t tell you exactly what happened next (I think I left my body), but these are some of the ruts we left at the campsite…
I have no idea what those clay-caked street tires were grabbing onto, but somehow that mighty little 4-cylinder diesel slipped, slid, and pulled us onto the BLM 147 road. Little did we know, the worst was yet to come.
We still had more than 10 miles of washed out clay to cover. Hairpin turns. Steep grades. And deep pools of water. The photos simply don’t do it justice. That mud and water was at least 10 inches deep…
By the time it was all said and done, our 11 foot tall trailer had mud spray covering the skylight on the roof. Needless to say, the undercarriage of both vehicles had been covered by several inches of that oh-so-lovely desert clay as well.
Words can’t express the elation of seeing I-70 come into view through the mud-spattered windshield. I frantically grabbed this shot — you can’t quite make out the highway, but believe me. IT WAS THERE!
Nothing was gonna stop us now!
After this “ultimate” (and unintended) off-road adventure, Fletcher and I decided it was time to refuel. We still had several hours of driving to get to Provo.
A little late-night laundry to get the mud out…
…and Fletcher was ready to call it a day.
Sleep tight, little guy. I’m gonna write GMC the most glowing online review they’ve ever seen…
Turn left off of I-70 somewhere between Crescent Junction and Green River and drive off the pavement for about 10 miles. That was our next destination. We tried to call to make reservations, but there was no working number.
There was certainly plenty of room to stretch out.
And the views?!?!?
So many awesome rock formations, so little time.
I wasn’t sure what he’d think, but Fletcher really enjoyed the desert.
I should mention that White Wash Sand Dunes is a massive area that is totally open to off-roading in all of it’s forms. I mean, just look at the sign…it’s says OPEN!
Of course, I was pining for Ruby Jean like crazy. Maybe it was time to see what our mighty little Canyon could do!
Not bad at all! Certainly not bad for a fully stock truck designed to pull, pull, and pull some more! The various 4×4 modes handled everything we threw it them, and the low-ish clearance wasn’t an issue. I even gave Fletcher a turn at the wheel.
Little did I know that the Canyon would soon have a chance to show what it’s really capable of. But before we get to that, let’s settle down by the fire and enjoy an evening in the desert.
Rest up folks, ’cause there’s a storm a brewin’… Like, for real.
Fletcher really enjoyed our time in Roswell. And not just because he loved the International UFO Museum Research Center so much. There were thousands of new sights and smells to explore!
We spent some time wandering among the proud pines of Ruidoso.
Known mostly as a mountain resort and ski town, hiking in Ruidoso was full of lovely rolling alpine vistas.
But the scenery quickly changed as we headed north.
After spending the night in Cortez, CO we were treated to this stunning sunrise.
And soon we entered into the region surrounding Moab.
Dramatic views at every bend in the road.
But where we’re going, we don’t need roads…