Sunday night before bed, we heard some light thudding on the window and found a cat outside trying to get in. He looked non-feral enough, so we let him into our hotel room to run around for awhile. We fed him some granola and gave him some water and sent him on his way.
Contact was one of my favorite books when I was younger, and I liked the movie back in the day as well, so on Monday we took a detour through rural New Mexico to the Very Large Array, or VLA. It's 27 radio telescopes on a plateau and there's a visitor's center and walking tour. They're very pretty and symmetrical sitting there in the middle of nothing. We were underneath one when they moved it, and they move a lot faster than you'd think.
After that, we headed across New Mexico, driving through Roswell, which is less alien-y than I expected. There's some alien stuff around (the Toyota dealership has a 75 foot inflatable alien in front of it and there are a couple museums), but it's mainly just a normal town. Somewhere south of Roswell, we crossed that invisible line that marks the south, and we stayed the night in Carlsbad, which is more Texas than New Mexico. People here are nice, except for the hobo who screamed "I hope you both die!!!" at us. You can't win them all.
-M
No comments:
Post a Comment