We then traveled up to Roswell after a small detour (Rick got lost). Roswell wasn't as corny as we thought it would be, but the few stores that did embelish the myth were such fun. Best thing about Roswell were the street lights that had little alien eyes. We took home an alien with us as proof. The autopsy will be done after we get home. The government lies to us!

The day ended in Albuquerque despite several attempts at catching up with a high school friend of Rick's.

Phrase of the Day: Holy Batshit, Batman!

Carlsbad Cavern formations.

Carlsbad Cavern's Fairy Land, if you look closely they look like little gnomes.

The stalagtites form the chandalier.

THE NIPPLE! Actually, it is called the breast.

Since looking down into the pit is pointless, here's the sign.

Spikes hang from the celing. Lots and lots of spikes.

Laura walking into the abyss.

I always feel like some one is watching me.

DJ Jazzy Alien.

Laura meets a Roswell local.

And on the drums... Alvin Alien.

The ACTUAL crash! We caught it on film.

Here's Joe, he was quite nice.

Now we are really lost. Could you tell me the exit for Mars?

Driving along... note the time.

Still driving... note the time.

Are we there yet... note the time.

That car is still in front of us.

Finally some scenery to look at.

Thinking Rick.

Happy Rick.

Flabbergasted Rick.

Baffled Rick.

Relaxed Rick.