Carlsbad to Albuquerque

4/13/2014 Again we woke up to a breeze. It was rocking the trailer and eventually we would drive north and west into a Northwest wind. The winds were 20-30 miles per hour with gusts to 40. It wasn't to bad going north. We fought it and the long hills that killed our gas mileage and made the Tahoe struggle.

 

 We stopped in Roswell for a tour of the International UFO Museum and Research Center. If you are into reading, they have events in chronological order from when the "UFO" crashed until present day.

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 Every once in a while, the museum would spin the saucer and it would produce smoke. Everyone in the place was taking video and pictures after standing around waiting for it to happen.
Something happened in Roswell, NM in 1947, what we may never know but something happened and the government tried to cover it up. If it was aliens why haven't they been back? 

We stopped for lunch at the High Chaparral Cafe just north of Roswell. I needed gas too so it was all right there in one package. We waited for quite awhile to get the special shredded brisket. It was worth the wait though and we all enjoyed it. I had a nice talk with the young lady that runs/manages the place. She was in a Colours wheelchair.
After Roswell, the War Horse sucked down the petrol.

 The hills look deceiving in the pictures but they seemed to never end. One long up hill after the other. I was watching the gas gauge inch down. Fighting the hill and the wind. Blah!!!

Becky felt the same!

When we turned on I-40 we met the wind in its glory. I tried to keep the cruise set but the Tahoe just wouldn't get back to it. We were being kicked around by the wind pretty good and sucked sideways by passing semis and cars. I was worn out by the time we got to American RV Park just west of ABQ. I didn't want to get out of the truck the wind was blowing up to 40 mph. We got in around 6 and we just missed a massive dust storm.
In the morning, it was cold and on the east side of the mountain, it had snowed 4-5 inches.
On the way in Patrick saw a sign for Stone Age Climbing Gym. They had a beginning climbers class that I thought he could try but it turned out he had to be 14. So they set him free on his own. It took him while to get warmed up but he eventually concurred some of the routes.
As I was driving P into the gym, I was looking at ABQ going man, I missed all of this driving through. I was so busy concentrating on driving and getting to the RV park that I didn't look at anything other than the road and traffic.

The drive back into ABQ. The city spreads out across the base of the Sandia mountains and at night is a spectacular glitter of lights.

The bouldering wall. These pre-teens needed some supervision. 

Patrick got one of the guys to put him on belay so he could try some different routes. This route the guy made him try three times before Patrick got to the top. He wouldn't him down  until he touched the top.