
Day 2 we head north once again determined to see an alien in
Roswell and hopefully "bump" into the ghost of
Billy the Kid at
Fort Sumner. Well, all kinds of "alien" type items we did see in
Roswell, especially at the UFO Museum and Research Center. Got the whole history, lots of pictures, and displays. Very interesting stuff. Plus, Dave was determined to bring home an "alien" so we poked our heads into several of the touristy souvenir shops finding just the right one. Now, those places I can only describe as "quirky," but alien in hand, we set out on a more familiar trail -- that of the
Old West.

We roll through the next 84 miles barely seeing a soul through the desert plains, our only company, a few scattered cows and a brief peek at a few fleeing antelope. One lonely adobe house sits abandoned on these quiet plains. How long has it been since this quiet little place heard laughter and voices within its walls? Finally, we reach the village of
Fort Sumner, population of about 1250 - friendly folks and a great hamburger at Fred's Lounge.
At a visit to the
Billy the Kid Museum, history comes to life with displays of
Billy the Kid's rifle, chaps, spurs and original Wanted Poster, as well as military displays, saddles, vintage photographs, antique furnishings, and old Model-T's.

Now, on to
Billy the Kid's gravesite and the
Fort Sumner State Monument. At the old cemetery, we see Billy's grave, along with his pals
Tom O'Folliard and
Charlie Bowdre. Poor
Billy's original grave stone has been stolen twice, so the gravesite sits behind an iron cage. Who would do that? Steal a grave marker? But, they got it back and the original marker is also in the "cage," further imprisoned within yet more iron.

Of the
Fort Sumner State Monument, we learn more of the
Navajo's Long Walk to the Bosque Redondo Reservation. It was to "guard" these
Indians, that
Fort Sumner was built in 1862. However, the reservation was soon hailed as a miserable failure --the victim of poor planning, disease, crop infestation, and poor conditions for agriculture. The
Navajo were finally acknowledged sovereignty in the historic Treaty of 1868 and allowed to returned to their land along the
Arizona-
New Mexico border.
In 1870, the old
Fort Sumner buildings were sold to
Lucien B. Maxwell, the former owner of the
largest land grant in U.S. History.
Maxwell relocated his family from northeast
New Mexico and refurbished the buildings into proper housing.
Lucien Maxwell soon turned over his affairs to his son Peter and passed away a few years later. When
Billy the Kid arrived on the scene, Peter Maxwell and
Billy became friends. On July 14, 1881,
Sheriff Pat Garrett found
Billy the Kid in a bedroom of the Maxwell home and ended the life of the teenage
outlaw.
Though all of the original buildings of the fort, as well as
Maxwell's home, are long since gone, the site provides a museum and an interpretive trail which provide information about the tragic history of the site.

We're off again, destined for Ruidosa. Along the way, I am pleasantly surprised when we run into the
ghost town of Yeso that I was unaware was on our route. Though we saw not a single soul, amazingly, there is still an operating post office in this abandoned agricultural community. Here, there are numerous homes and businesses standing in various stages of collapse.
As our journey turns southward, we bump into yet another
ghost town -- Duran. Though this small village continues to be called home to several residents, it's obviously seen better days, as every business is closed and numerous homes are abandoned.
Finally, we reach Ruiodosa and our hotel. Another delightful day!
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