I posted my account a few years back, but I guess it won't do any harm to have it here too.
I live in the UK and always wanting to visit the USA, my mother's passing left my family and I a small
amount of money to use in whatever we felt appropriate. Having a built a nice lifestyle with my wife and
young son, I suggested some of the inherited money could go to something other people occasionally
do, 'a trip-of-a-lifetime'!
When my better-half asked where in the US we should go, it was a no-brainer for me... Roswell, New Mexico.
Growing up in a poor working-class environment in the north-east of England, I used to save what meagre
pennies came my way to purchase a now-defunct magazine titled 'Ufo Monthy' and savour the bizarre stories
of flying saucers and weird-looking occupants that drove them.
Yeah... Roswell was the place where it was happening -that scruffy twelve year-old had believed and staring
at the photographs of clear-blue sky and a hot desert, that young lad had stared out of the window at the
grey rain and sighed at his pipe-dream
Now in my mid-thirties, I had an opportunity to fulfill that punk-kid's dream and it wasn't long before I was lifting
my son out of his car-seat of our rental Nissan Sentra and feeling the heat of the August New Mexico desert sun
on my face.
Walking towards the doors of the world famous 'International UFO Museum & Research Centre' on Roswell's Main
Street, I thought I heard a young boy's faint whisper of "Thank you" travelling across time... but it may've merely
been the breeze gamboling around the fake flying saucer that was stuck in the side of the building.
..........................................
And so, this once-assumed single vacation became an annual event. Many States were visited and any schedule
we had adhered to went out of the window! Now we picked an area of the United States, rented a vehicle and just
disappeared for two weeks. It was on one of our South-western trips, we agreed to hold-up in a little town called
Belen in New Mexico.
We were heading back down to White Sands Proving Grounds after leisurely leaving Colorado and dropping in
at the Four Corners Monument. The day was getting along and the long drives were something we were well
aware of didn't quite suit a young child sitting in the back seat. After checking into a Motel (that no longer exists),
we decided to take a quick dip in the pool before grabbing something to eat and then settling down for the evening.
The late afternoon sky was turning from the bright blue to that light-red-purple hint of a warm evening as I dried
myself off from a cool swim and watching my family splash about in their fun, my eyes moved towards a darker
part of the heavens. Tall thunderheads were slowly rolling in from the north-east and I guessed there may be some
lightning dancing around in the desert tonight.
Then I looked to my left, where the town of Belen resided. We were around a couple of miles outside of the main
drag and had picked the motel due to its remote location. That was when I saw them... three off-white spheres
dancing around each other just above the rooftops of Belen. Calling for my wife to take a look, we both watched
as the trio of objects moved smoothly along above -either the highway (314) or the Rio Grande river.
Then as the storm clouds neared where we were, the three off-white balls began to rise and float into the spaces
between the thunderheads until they slipped out of sight. I watched for a few minutes more and occasionally
glimpsed one of them, but then the rain came and we quickly left the pool area.
Ufos or some kid's lost balloons...? I dunno, but they moved like they were aware of where they were going.
I live in the UK and always wanting to visit the USA, my mother's passing left my family and I a small
amount of money to use in whatever we felt appropriate. Having a built a nice lifestyle with my wife and
young son, I suggested some of the inherited money could go to something other people occasionally
do, 'a trip-of-a-lifetime'!
When my better-half asked where in the US we should go, it was a no-brainer for me... Roswell, New Mexico.
Growing up in a poor working-class environment in the north-east of England, I used to save what meagre
pennies came my way to purchase a now-defunct magazine titled 'Ufo Monthy' and savour the bizarre stories
of flying saucers and weird-looking occupants that drove them.
Yeah... Roswell was the place where it was happening -that scruffy twelve year-old had believed and staring
at the photographs of clear-blue sky and a hot desert, that young lad had stared out of the window at the
grey rain and sighed at his pipe-dream
Now in my mid-thirties, I had an opportunity to fulfill that punk-kid's dream and it wasn't long before I was lifting
my son out of his car-seat of our rental Nissan Sentra and feeling the heat of the August New Mexico desert sun
on my face.
Walking towards the doors of the world famous 'International UFO Museum & Research Centre' on Roswell's Main
Street, I thought I heard a young boy's faint whisper of "Thank you" travelling across time... but it may've merely
been the breeze gamboling around the fake flying saucer that was stuck in the side of the building.
..........................................
And so, this once-assumed single vacation became an annual event. Many States were visited and any schedule
we had adhered to went out of the window! Now we picked an area of the United States, rented a vehicle and just
disappeared for two weeks. It was on one of our South-western trips, we agreed to hold-up in a little town called
Belen in New Mexico.
We were heading back down to White Sands Proving Grounds after leisurely leaving Colorado and dropping in
at the Four Corners Monument. The day was getting along and the long drives were something we were well
aware of didn't quite suit a young child sitting in the back seat. After checking into a Motel (that no longer exists),
we decided to take a quick dip in the pool before grabbing something to eat and then settling down for the evening.
The late afternoon sky was turning from the bright blue to that light-red-purple hint of a warm evening as I dried
myself off from a cool swim and watching my family splash about in their fun, my eyes moved towards a darker
part of the heavens. Tall thunderheads were slowly rolling in from the north-east and I guessed there may be some
lightning dancing around in the desert tonight.
Then I looked to my left, where the town of Belen resided. We were around a couple of miles outside of the main
drag and had picked the motel due to its remote location. That was when I saw them... three off-white spheres
dancing around each other just above the rooftops of Belen. Calling for my wife to take a look, we both watched
as the trio of objects moved smoothly along above -either the highway (314) or the Rio Grande river.
Then as the storm clouds neared where we were, the three off-white balls began to rise and float into the spaces
between the thunderheads until they slipped out of sight. I watched for a few minutes more and occasionally
glimpsed one of them, but then the rain came and we quickly left the pool area.
Ufos or some kid's lost balloons...? I dunno, but they moved like they were aware of where they were going.
Read The TV Guide, yer' don't need a TV.