Roswell and Lincoln

Made it into Roswell and found a promising looking coffee shop with espresso on the main strip.  As i walked in i was greeted by a few people around a table covered in a rainbow cloth.  There was only one table in the place and the "espresso was the regular drip coffee that all other places had.  All three of them were gathered around the table trying to get the creamer open.  It was a pump bottle and it seemed to be locked shut.  So it was passed around for a third time when one of the owners went to get some pliers.  I eventually figured out we had all been  trying to twist the wrong thing and got it open so we were all able to pump some syrup creeper into our coffee.  What it is with the Americans and their artificial creamer I do not know.  Anyway we sat and talked about other worldly things and I left feeling as though I has just had coffee with a bunch of aliens.

Booting it from Roswell I managed to get to Lincoln, quite by mistake, just before it turned dark.  This town has under a hundred people living in it and was made famous by the county wars of  the 1870's.  Billy the kid was one of outlaws in the wars and the prison or courthouse he escaped from has been restored along with lots of the houses on the strip.  There are no convenience stores or other commercial places just simple adobe houses and horses, goats and chickens.  I was lucky to find a friend here and was able to put up a tent in the back yard overlooking the juniper covered hills.