Day 49 April 22

This morning, we added an interesting rock sample to our collection, a man-made rock called "Trinitite." This is a green glassy rock that was formed when the world's first atomic bomb was detonated at White Sands Missile Range, at 5:30am on July 16, 1945. The Trinity site is a white, gypsum sand desert, and the bomb blew molten sand into the air that dropped back to earth as glass. (It is no longer legal to collect Trinitite, but one local rock shop had a stash that was collected in the early 1970's.) We did not get to visit the Trinity site, as it is only open to the public two days a year, but Anna says to read "The Green Glass Sea" for a good mental image of the area (and the story behind it.) Once again, our plans for the rest of the day changed. We were going to drive straight to White Sands, but after setting out, we saw "Three Rivers Petroglyph Site" on the map, and thought, "we could stop for an hour on the way...." We discovered that Three Rivers has over 20,000 petroglyphs, and pit house ruins from the Jordana Mogollon Native Americans. We also discovered that they have two RV sites with water and electric hook-ups and we can camp for $5...hmm...guess where we spent the night! The sunset seemed to be retelling the story of the area's volcanoes.

Symbol scientist think was used to hope for a good harvest or a way to keep record of a harvest

More alien visitors?

A bird perhaps

Posing for a rock picture.

Sunset at Three Rivers

We also met a gentlemen who was from Roswell and knew some of the people involved in the Roswell incident and vouched for them saying what upstanding people they were.  His friend was the mortician that was asked to bring several small air tight caskets to the crash sight.  The gentlemen retold the story of the mortician giving us a little more detail about the mortician and the nurse that made drawings for the mortician.  The drawings were of alien hands and faces in great detail.  The nurse was their during the initial examination of the bodies.  Meeting and talking to the gentlemen makes us believe a little more that something extraordinary happened at Roswell.