Aliens in Roswell

 

Okay. We finally made it to Roswell! If you’re at all interested in extraterrestrial contacts with Earth, science fiction or otherwise, then you’ve probably heard of Roswell.  Would there be ET vibes in this town or did visitors from outer space leave any noticeable marks on the area?

Roswell, New Mexico, is all about the claimed discovery of UFO debris in 1947, on a farm, about 30 or so miles northwest of the town. The site of the found UFO material was investigated by the US Army Air Corps as soon as they got wind of it from the local sheriff’s office. And it was pretty quickly deemed to be nothing more than debris from a high altitude weather balloon.  The area of the sighting and the case itself was closed.

At the National UFO Museum in Roswell, the whole story is documented with photos and signed affidavits from witnesses and/or confidantes of the witnesses. There were deathbed type confessions made when the witness knew he/she could no longer be punished for telling “the truth.”

Both sides – the local UFO “discoverers” side and the military side– were presented through photos and newspaper clippings and signed affidavits.  The side that is most weighted is the “evidence” showing that the incident was aggressively denied by the military and quickly delegated to Top Secret category which then prevented anyone from talking publicly about it.

It’s not just the found debris that is still in question. There were also stories of seeing 3 or 4 aliens at the “crash” sight and conjectures of military officials taking them away to hide them.

Fact or fiction? The mystery lives on – especially in Roswell where the “vibes” are kept alive by local merchants and shopkeepers. Hey, it’s been good for business!

Pickling Our Way Through New Mexico

 A bosque means woodland in Spanish. Ecologically it is a "gallery forest found along the riparian flood plains of stream and river banks in the southwestern United States."  The most notable bosque runs along the Rio Grande in New Mexico and includes the Bosque del Apache National Wildlife Reserve south of Socorro, NM. It is an inspired place. After miles of the scrubby creosote-only, God- forsaken landscape north of Truth or Consequences, we turned off on the little gray Highway 1. As we approached the Reserve a wide valley of orange colored shrubs, reeds tinged with green, mesquite trees and cottonwoods came into our view. It really did look like a bosque!
We stopped at the Visitor's Center, looked at the informative displays and talked with an employee to learn that of the 18,000 or so sand hill cranes that winter there every year, the last 1000 of them had flown off the day before and had not returned.
Cranes or no cranes, we unhitched the Mini and drove the tour that loops around the reserve just to enjoy the beautiful silence and to see whatever else may be enjoying this water habitat.
Besides meadowlarks, phoebes, hawks (red tailed and sharp shinned,) we came upon a gaggle of snow geese.

 After reconnecting to the Pickle we drove east out of Socorro on #380. Our destination was Valley of Fires BLM Campground about 60 miles away. That distance consisted of some major elevation changes, meaning a whole bunch of climbing before the descent to 4600 feet at the campground. The incline was gradual. Michael kept driving at about 65 as we chatted, not paying too much attention to the Pickle as it putzed along,  until I thought I smelled antifreeze. Michael slowed down and we could hear the radiator boiling. By this time we had descended the highest pass. Flat land stretched out in front of us. He pulled to the side of the road, came to a stop and just as he did we heard a very loud noise. Quickly he turned off the engine. We looked at each other and thought the same thing: Trouble... Big Trouble.
And then... the realization dawned, along with the full noise of the 2 F-16 jets flying directly over us. White Sands Missile Range was a few miles to our south and we happened to be sitting in a what must have been the flight pattern for that afternoon. While  we waited for the engine to cool down, and M investigated the steam  under the hood, we  were treated to a few more deafening fly-overs. Practically a Blue Angels air show and we had ringside seats!


Wouldn't you know? The Pickle ran just fine after cooling down. We finished our descent driving through a wide valley of black lava rock to Valley of Fires Campgrounds.  Its name comes from the lava flow that occurred there 5000 or so years ago, bubbling up from fissures in the earth and rolling through the valley.  As years went by, soil blew into the cracks of the lava rock.  Yuccas, sotol, and creosote plants sprouted and grew. Juniper tree seeds took root, creating an unusual landscape of black rock and desert vegetation.

This Bureau of Land Management campground surprised us with its amenities (hot showers and electricity) and its natural beauty. The campsites are perched on the ridge overlooking the Valley of Fires. Included in the Senior Golden Pass price of $9.00 for a night of camping was a spectacular sunset and a morning walk on the  paved Nature Trail. It wound down into the lava valley giving us a close-up view.

Itinerant Snowbirds

Just a few sunset pictures taken at Patagonia Lake in Arizona.

Nina posed for her photo in front of the entrance to Rockhound State Park near Deming, NM. Yes, rocks abound at Rockhound. A person is allowed to carry out 15 pounds of them, if he should so choose.

When you get into southern New Mexico campgrounds, one thing you notice right away is the small number of 1/2 million dollar giant-sized motor homes. The ostentatiousness level drops remarkably. How about this 1967 Shasta which was home to a single gentleman? Oh, and then there's the 1977 GMC (aka The Pickle,) home to a couple of snowbirds from MI.

Itinerant Snowbirds.

Full Moon and Starry Nights

We continued retracing our footsteps – a year later – at least to the places we’ve enjoyed. Besides Patagonia Lake, that would be Organ Pipe National Monument in southern Arizona between Tucson and Yuma. We spent four nights there, the 21^st to the 25^th.  Unlike last year, we had a generator on board so our 4 nights didn’t end up in a dead Pickle battery. We stayed energized.

Also unlike last year, we had the Mini in which to cruise, so we widened our scope of the Park a bit. Ajo Mountain Drive is a pretty rough and rocky road that takes you up around Ajo Mountain, past a couple of canyon trailheads and a natural arch. The Mini prevailed mostly unscathed as Michael skirted ruts and small boulders to avoid puncturing the oil pan.  I don’t think anyone considers a Mini Cooper a high clearance vehicle.

Highway 2 in Mexico

Ditto to the skirting as we drove on a similar road that took us to Quitobaquito Spring. This drive was 15 miles in and 15 out. It’s a road that runs parallel most of the way to the fence separating us from Mexico. Mexican Highway 2 runs on the other side.  Worth the wash boarded slow-going bump-fest, Quitobaquito is an oasis in a desert, a spring fed pond that is home to the endangered Mexican pupfish, a two to three inch fish that lives only in this habitat. (Oh! And by the Park’s Visitor Center in a manmade pond - an Ajo Middle School project in 2006.) Four coots and a duck swam on Quitobaquito pond. A couple of cottonwood trees grew at its edge – amazing to see in a landscape of saguaro cacti, creosote shrubs and salt bushes.

Noteworthy during our stay at Organ Pipe was the February full moon.  Back in MI it was called the Snow Moon which makes sense, but what is it called in Arizona?

We took in a couple of evening ranger talks at the Park's amphitheater; one had to do with the importance of the dark sky, and the other with the mysteries of the universe. You can probably guess why. The relatively unpolluted night sky is considered an important resource at Organ Pipe. It’s a good place to go if you want to experience awe inspired humility under the Milky Way and a canopy of stars.

Ajo Mountain Drive and Natural Arch

Birding Trail

Look who we found on the birding trail! (besides the birds, that is.) 

One of the main things we like to do here at Patagonia Lake State Park (between the towns of Patagonia and Nogales, AZ) is stare into our binoculars and try to identify birds. Amateurs we are. There’s a birding trail on the east end of the park that runs along Sonoita Creek. This time of the year you may see the year-round avian residents, song birds and water fowl, as well as the wintering birds. An Elegant Trogon or two live here too, and get a whole bunch of attention from birders greedy for a sighting.

This year, since our 2-week stay included the 3-day President’s Day weekend, Annie decided to join us. Annie, from Petaluma, CA, who worked as an avian field technician for 8 years, banding and IDing those feathered critters, was able to share some of her finely tuned knowledge of bird details with us.

So birding we did - on the trail and around the campground. There’s a vermilion flycatcher that we see every day flitting about our campsite and a phainopepla that often perches in the day-use area.

Sunday morning we took the pontoon boat Birding Tour around the east end of Patagonia Lake.  Our big reward on that trip was seeing four or five Great Blue Herons perched in a tall cottonwood treetop.

Later that day we drove to Whitewater Draw, a DNR Natural Area where thousands of Sandhill cranes hang out December through March.  Annie had never been there. Michael and I had camped a night there the previous weekend before coming to this campground. By camping there you can get in on the cranes’ early morning very noisy departure for their day’s feeding ground. Then they all come back to the Draw around noon. Big birds in flight.

Great Blue Herons above, Cranes below

    

and the Elegant Trogon

                                                                        

Border Crossing

Last Friday (February 5^th) we drove from Davis Mountain State Park near Ft. Davis, Texas, through El Paso on I-10 to Hwy. #9 which runs across the southern edge of the skinny part of New Mexico.  Halfway across that part is Columbus, NM, and Poncho Villa State Park – another rerun from last year. Only this time, the sun was shining and we had a beautiful afternoon to stroll the campground.

Later, while sitting in the Pickle, around 4:30, we couldn’t help but notice a stream of school buses going past the campground toward Palomas, the Mexican town just across the border, only about 2 miles from the campground. Why? We wondered. Would school buses cross the border for cheap gas? Unlikely. Then we saw the buses coming back the other way, past the campground again, back into Columbus.  We got in the mini and decided to go see if we could answer our question.

As we reached the border town, I Googled “Columbus NM school buses crossing the Mexican border” and found a great article that had aired on NPR in March, 2014. It told about the 400 plus Mexican students who cross the border and attend Deming schools every day. First through fifth grades go to the elementary in Columbus. Jr. High and High School students are bused 30 minutes to Deming. These are children who are US citizens as they were born in the Deming hospital, the closest hospital to Palomas, Mexico.

Allowing students to cross the border to go to school in the United States is nothing new. It’s been going on in Columbus since the ‘50s, but has recently churned up more controversy. Deming School District, however, stands by its dedication to educate its neighboring children.

Heat Seeking

    A week ago we spent two nights in Ft. Worth, TX, at Sharon and Gary's. (Sharon is Michael's sister.) The weather was superb. 75ish, sunny, not a cloud in the sky. Saturday afternoon Emma and Henry (Sharon and Gary's grandchildren : 5 yrs. and 16 mo.) along with their parents came over to play. Imagine Nina's excitement to have two short ball throwers in the backyard!!
   We left Ft. Worth Sunday morning, heading west on I-20. Our plan was to NOT go south to Big Bend Nat. Park this year. We thought we'd do more of New Mexico - like Roswell, the somewhat famous site of  UFO crashes in 1947. However a glance at my weather app told me decisively that Roswell, Alamogordo and really all of NM, along with western Texas was headed for a giant dive in night time temps. Forecasts showed 21, 22 23 degrees for those parts the next few nights. In fact, the only places it was predicted to stay even close to 30 were in southern Texas.
   Another plan change! We happened to camp that night (the last warm night) near Colorado City, TX, at Colorado City Lake State Park. A smallish road ran south from there. (Michael LOVES driving on the gray roads! ((gray on the map))) The next morning we took it.
   Tuesday night we stayed at Seminole Canyon near Comstock, TX, site of cliff dwellings and petroglyphs. We had spent time there last year touring the canyon. A beautifully warm late afternoon and evening awaited us there, warm enough for shorts and dinner outside. And then the BIG BLOW!  That gray layer that had covered the sun at sunset making the sun visually disappear into nothingness on the horizon? That layer? That must have been the dusty wind that was headed our way. Holy cow! What a blow! Not much we could do but sit in our rocking motor home listening to the wind whooshing and whistling around us. By 9:00 pm it was over. The temperature had dropped 14 degrees. We put our shorts away.
  The next two nights we stayed in Big Bend, one night at Rio Grande Village campground and the next night on the other side of the park at Cottonwood Campground. The afternoons were sunny and 55ish. The nights were chilly, a little less than 30. Since there are no electrical hookups at Big Bend, we relied on our trusty propane furnace to warm us in the mornings.
  It's been dry at Big Bend. That area has received none of the el Nino rains this winter. So the pond/water habitat at Rio Grand Village is a quarter of the size it was last year. And the ocotillos dotting the hillsides along the river look grayish-dead showing no color at all. The river itself at that point separating Mexico from the U.S. is little more than a stream.
   Leaving the Rio Grande behind, we drove north and spent our last night in TX at Davis Mountain State Park, one of the "darkest" areas in the U.S. and home of unbelievable night time star displays. Now this is at a higher elevation and we knew it was going to be cold. It was. The morning temp yesterday was 18!!! However, we were plugged in. We had our electric heaters running and Michael and antifreezed the macerator.
  We've said our good-byes to Texas for this year. Warmth awaits us in Arizona!?!

Rio Grande River, Big Bend

Chizos Mountains, Big Bend

Texas countryside

Ditto