In Mark Twain Cave, Missouri, our young tour guide Ashley told us that a really cool cave was in New Mexico, but she didn't know where or what the name was. We had a tour guide while going to Meremac Cave, and he informed us of a place called Carlsbad Caverns, proclaimed one of the best caves in the US, even though Mammoth was the largest. Mom had said that she had gone to Carlsbad caverns and she did that with her parents and her siblings when she was 13. Looking it up online, dad saw that it is a national park and it was in not very far place from Roswell, New Mexico. Mom had wanted to go for sometime now and I was excited for this new venture into the heart of this cavern. Other people a t Mammoth Cave and other subterranean wonders encouraged us that Carlsbad Caverns was something on the trip NOT to miss. Well, except for Spence rand his crawlspace underground, where he has a "cave" which is like 28 square feet of trash and slimy mud and dirt. He says no cave has such prices as his, and I think he's right. No others have a $45 entry fee. If that's his livelihood, he better get on Medicare.
All-right-very-well-so, we got ready to leave on the 11th of February, putting in the electric cord and water, not really seeing anyone else. I hadn't seen the people in the office or the any of the reception hall or anything like that while we had been here, staying like the whole day away doing things in Roswell, UFO Museums and National Parks. Hearing that weird bird sound, we then put the trash in, closed the slides, and said goodbye to the interesting, to say the least, town of Roswell, New Mexico. We saw several weird things on our drive to Carlsbad. For one, we were on a large road, and while I was doing some Math I stayed up with Dad, and there was a lot of desert, but plus black cows in pens and corrals, all in a whirl, hundreds and hundreds, on both sides, at different times. There were tons of gross and dirty animals, all in a bunch, on the hard wet dirt. Coming into Carlsbad, we kept seeing signs, white ones that were pretty beat up and charred and old, with two planks holding it up, advertising a place called "White's City" a little old town where they sold "real Kodak Film" "batteries and food, too" and "honky tonk footwear and clothes" and other things. I looked at these for a while which were on our right side, systematically there. Then we passed by a little area of houses on a hill, and came farther into the town of Carlsbad. That was White's City. I wondered if it was racist.
Probably not, but you never know......
The town itself was a little like Roswell (New Mexico) just bigger, and a little better, with a little depression here and there. We hadn't been to a big bustling city yet on our stay in New Mexico, which I thought was a good thing, because it gave us a break from all the museums, towns, skyscrapers, and other things of Texas and before. Mom told us some things about her visit to Carlsbad when she was 13, the same one where she stopped in San Antonio on the way back from her grandparent's house, and I phoned my grandparents to get there take on what happened and what they liked. It was all very interesting, and I hoped that Carlsbad Caverns would be a really cool thing that we would see on the trip, possibly the best place in the Southwest or even the best cave, so far. Mom told us that in edition to Carlsbad Caverns, the town also had like three or four more National Parks, a Mountain Chain and a forest and everything. So, now we came up to an R.V. park, with a nice entrance and big office, of which I did not go in, because I was tired, not in good clothes, and was blogging. I had had a good lunch, but not a big lunch, and was still hungry. There was a long cool office. Well, we parked, facing a flashy neon sign that was rectangular, and doors to a reception hall, arcade, plus a wonderful painted mural on this building facing us, having all of the National Parks in the Carlsbad Area, Indian faces and bridges, mountain ranges and all. Really pretty.
After setting up Rebecca and I crossed a little playground and soccer goal, wooden and small. We were going to the dog park. It was a large dry grass field, in which there was a small tree and fence. And there was a picnic table. We played with the dogs, who peed and pooped both, and I also wanted to play Stuck in Space, the script I made with my cousin Olivia and the movie that was made at Red Door with Seth Decker. I was planning on writing a second script, and I wanted to act it out with Rebecca. We did a scene as her as Graca and I interrogating her. It was very fun, even in the dirt. There was a trailer that was further on, with another fence and a mangy dog, and our dogs tried to go over there, and we made them not. Going back home, we spent the rest of the day going through going into the reception hall, a big place, fairly big, anyhow, with arcade machines and Dad talking to a man. To the left, far over past a pool table, was an ajar door and some people partying in another room, the actual party room, not this room. We talked to the old man that Dad had been speaking to, then bading them goodbye as we walked forward, into a kind of hallway between the rooms, where there was a wooden staircase to the right and a bookshelf that we looked a little at. All of this had no separate rooms really, just a kind of change in the... well I don't know. Explaining things is hard.
There was an office, and we came to the left and behind a counter, with a store in the other room. We went out of that door, and played on a pole with some metal cylinders coming out, o the top, eight of them, with chains coming down and tires at the end of them. It was all orange. Even in the cold and me having a phone on, I managed to get my legs over the thing like a horse, holding tightly to the chain. I whacked Rebecca and she and I fought, play fighting, of course. This would be the basis of what I would form of a scene in the Next Stuck in Space, actually. Well, after playing for a while some teens came, and of course that made us kind of leave. But then they left, and so we still hung out for a while. There was a building between this courtyard off the road with two buildings on either side, on the left, and there was a dark and dingy inside pool. But this R.V. park was kind of cool. Mom and Dad called us, telling us we were going to get in the jeep. At the site they drove us around, and we went up to a beige rock colored building with dark windows, stopping at the National Park sign and the small parking lot. We walked around, looked at the ridiculous hours, and saw that they weren't open. So, we went and ate at a restaurant, which was nice. Rebecca finished her book that night, and I did the following morning. It was Smells Like Dog.
The only bad part that night of sleeping in my bed was the uncomfortable cushions that came sagging out and the weird feeling of skin against leather, which didn't feel good, and that that neon light kept flashing all night, off and on, the logo of the R.V. park... I can still see that to this day. So annoying and so flashy; I'm not one for bright lights. Well, it wasn't the best nights sleep, no, or the best day, but it was an okay day for blogging and just letting life take the reigns. Hopefully the next day would be exciting and great... and it would be. Don't miss the blog post...although it might take a while for me to write it. That's how great it is. Goodbye for now.
Do people in commercials after watching them thing that they might look a little bit stupid?,
Andrew.
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