We left Roswell under cloudless skies, and quickly entered a landscape straight out of the Westerns we remember from our childhood—stony red land with patches of parched white grass and scattered yucca, sage and cactus. We stopped to take a picture of a grazing antelope, stopped about half an hour later to photograph grazing longhorn cattle, then we almost stopped for a tree—it was the first one we had seen in over fifty miles.
Around lunchtime, we visited
and quickly became a major port of entry to Spanish New Mexico for supply caravans on the
We toured both—the traditional frontier town that spreads pinwheel fashion around the Mexican plaza in west Las Vegas, and the more formal Victorian town with its square grid street plan in east Las Vegas.
Our favorite preserved structure is this Lion Fountain. The Women's Christian Temperance Union formed in
Another intriguing, and a bit mysterious, structure in
We continued north, up the pine-covered slopes of the Sangre de Cristo Mountains, into the
We finally arrived in
It had Western hacienda style units arranged around a shady central park, with a '60s road trip atmosphere about it. We knew we found the right place when we opened the door to our room, and it was decorated like the dream bedroom of a 1970s teenage cowgirl.