After a very unhealthy breakfast, I headed to find the museum. Main streethas alien eyes on the lamp posts, multiple 'Landing Zone' or 'Alien Zone'type tourist stores, a music store, several scrap-booking stops. a few bookshops, Mexican restaurants, and the International UFO Museum, ResearchLibrary, and Gift Shop. If I am ever fortunate enough to have a memorial set up somewhere on Earth, I can only hope that it is labeled as the International Arlonian Museum, Research Library, and Gift Shop. May have to change my gravestone request from "Well, how did that work out for you?"
The museum contains a number of interesting exhibits detailing the time-lines from the 30s on. The materials found, and theories proposed by the government as to the origins of both the original debris and the bodies which were recovered. There were a number of artist's depictions/recreation of what the scene would have looked like. My personal favorite was a rendition of a pair of aliens in life support tubes.
After looking through the gift shop and picking up the required postcards. I wandered around and took some pretty good shots of the town. I especially was fascinated by the flora and the overhead power lines. I would love to have a few more days to wander around and get to know the ins and outs of this town, but it was getting late.
I passed a small roadside rest stop and museum on the way back to
Amarillo and was getting a little sleepy so I pulled over to stretch my
legs. The museum was small and had a $3 charge to get into both the dig
site and the museum proper. It was about 1545, and I figured I had
enough time to give it a fairly good once over maybe snap a few pictures
of items of interest. I checked with the guy at the desk if photos were
ok. He said yes, but he had to be back at the university early today,
so he was closing up at 1615. Challenge accepted. I did not stop to read
much, or attempt to take in a whole lot of information. I took pictures
of layouts and then all signs and details of tools and such. When he
told me time was up. I checked my camera and thought I had taken 120
pictures in 30 minutes and was pretty impressed with myself. I was
wrong. I got 266 pics in 30 minutes. Below are some of the highlights.
Good, bad, and blurry.
As I had been unable to locate coffee in Roswell, I decided to make one laststop by
expected at coffee and so was getting pretty ragged as I was heading up towards
I-44. Since Norman was about an hour out of the way, I decided to stop off at
Weatherford for the night.


















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