One of the places we wanted to see on this trip was Roswell, New Mexico. Everyone knows what happened there in 1947 and we wanted to see for ourselves what it was all about.
The claim to fame for Roswell was the spaceship crash in a farmers field in 1947, least that’s what the farmer said it was, but that’s not what the U.S. Gov’t said it was. The farmer claims the spaceship crashed, the Gov’t claims it was a weather balloon, and hence a whole industry based on these two claims was born. Welcome to Roswell, New Mexico.
Its so cool to see many of the local business supporting Roswell claim to fame. Tho Arbys has a large welcome sign, McDonalds took it a step further.
Not to be outdone by McDonalds, the local bake shop showed they were apart of the story with this display.
The other downtown merchants were also into the act with displays and stories of their own. Sure, many were tourists traps but this is a really fun town to visit if your ever in the area, or if its on your bucket list
The museum is full of written coverage of the night and the days that followed. There are a few artifacts and even the odd Alien thrown in.
Roswell was a fun town to visit. The people were very friendly but we did have an encounter of the third kind that made us wonder. We went into Buffalo Wild Wings. Its a franchise bar and grill and we had been into one of their places in Arizona. Buffalo Wild Wings had recently opened in Roswell and we thought we would go in for an appy and a beer. Our waitress came to our table and as usual, asked us for I.D. We happily handed over our licence and she look at it with a blank look. We told her we were Canadians and from British Columbia, Vancouver to be exact. We explained Vancouver British Columbia was on the west coast, just above Washington State. We gave her all this information because of the blank look on her face. She informed us she would have to check with her manager. No problem, whatever it take. She came back and said “the manager said we can’t serve you”. Waaaa…???? We asked to see the manager. Its not like we’re under age trying to get a beer. The manager comes over and says our I.D. was suspicious and since they had been open only for a few weeks, the police were watching them to make sure they aren’t serving under age customers. We assured him we were legal age and after some discussion he relented. We got our beer but maybe, just maybe, he thought after all these years WE were the Aliens, but then again, he would have been right.
One last thing about Roswell. As you may have guessed, I love wall murals and whenever I see one I can’t help but take a picture. Behind the McDonalds that is a space ship, this is what you’ll find…