When we decided to go north west to Roswell, we were not aware that we would be driving through the butt-hole of Texas and New Mexico. After we exited Big Bend Park, we saw a handful of sights before all interesting geology and humanity vanished. The landscape was flat and inhabited by the oil business. Any signs of life were in the oil pumps, rigs, trucks trains and cranes that supported the extracting and fracking of oil. The only colour was in the flames and the painted cabs of the huge transport trucks that hauled the oil. The highway surface was rutted and patched, greasy and dusty. Most towns were derelict and any occupied homes were tiny, run-down and in the middle of nowhere.
King of the Hill
We stayed at the wretched Traveller’s RV Park, supposedly Passport America approved!? It was 88% sand and gravel and 98% occupied by oil workers and their families. It was actually quiet and had one beautiful cactus blooming beside the doggie park, which featured green grass, much to Dixie’s approval.
In the morning we headed further towards Roswell, experiencing similar conditions as the day before only we were held up for over ninety minutes following slow moving oil trucks and a house that was being moved and had nowhere to pull over and let traffic by.
Now in New Mexico
What? A beautiful blooming Yucca?
What happened in Roswell… the blog is on the horizon.