Day 3
We woke up early, and sat down for the second breakfast buffet of the trip. This was a 7/10 with stronger coffee and another chatty staff member telling us all about the history of the motel and her appreciation for British politeness. We said thankyou very much, politely, and headed back onto the road.
Driving through surreal little spanish villages and cowboy towns felt like a drive through a Western film set.
A hippy new-age regentrification of a shamble town called Madrid was cool.
Rob got pulled over for speeding by the Sherrif of Soccorro and did a world class humility performance to be awarded the Oscar (verbal warning) Then we almost missed the only 'point of interest' on the northern part of the huge Tularosa Basin. We got out for a photo opportunity at the Trinity Site - where the first atomic bomb was tested.
We de-toured to Lincoln. A small, perfectly-preserved late 1800s town. It was here that the infamous Billy the Kid was imprisoned and later escaped, not before shooting two of the most important men in Lincoln. Bullet holes, prison bars and stones to mark the mens' places of death can all be found in a short walk around Lincoln. The town was like a eery, quiet, time-warp back into the wild wild west.
Arriving to Alamogordo ahead of schedule, we found a coffee place and I caught up on trashy celebrity gossip with the help of People magazine. By sunset we had thoroughly explored Alamogordo and arrived at White Sands National Monument. We climbed to the top of a huge pure-white sand dune and admired the other-worldly view of the sun setting of the never-ending white plains.
In true dad style, we did not leave before a good look round the gift shop for a teeshirt and a few fridge magnets. From there, it was dinner at Chili's and another early night ahead of another fantastic day.
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