Friday, May 17, 2013

Roswell, New Mexico

 
While we were in Southeast New Mexico I thought it would be fun to go to Roswell for a couple of reasons. First was to check out the UFOs and Aliens which probably never existed and the second to look for a WWII German POW camp which definitely did exist.

Roswell was not what I expected at all. I figured it to be kind of a one-horse town with lots of UFO/Alien stuff. It is actually a fairly large town/small city with very little UFO stuff. The one place that I had found online was closed when we first passed by so we went on through town, hit the local Sam's Club for K-Cups and then passing back through town the Alien Zone at the Cosmic Jukebox was open. No military discount here - $3 each to get in. Old, run down, dirty, campy and a little fun - we got to meet some aliens but after so many years they have been given amnesty and are no longer illegal.

I think you can see from this picture that
the Alien Zone could use some
sprucing up.
They are friendly

Lousy Bartender

Someone should be minding
their own "business"

Which one is the Illegal Alien?
 
Monte has not been quite the same since
we went to Roswell...
By the way - Area 51 is in Nevada - not New Mexico and as far as I can tell - there is no real connection between the two - I don't think Area 51 even existed at the time of the supposed UFO/Alien incident in Roswell in 1947.

Now - for the POW camp.
Within a couple of weeks after he graduated high school in Harrah, OK, Shelley's dad found himself in Roswell guarding German POWs, many of them from Rommel's Afrika Korps. There were about 4,000 prisoners housed at Orchard Park POW Camp (officially Roswell Prisoner of War Internment Camp)13 miles south of Roswell. The prisoners were used for some public works projects but as the farmers of New Mexico were desperate for field hands the POWs were also sent to work at various farms in the area, mostly picking cotton. And that is where Shelley's dad comes in to the picture. A good family friend of his parents was going to be the foreman at one of the farms where POW labor was to be employed and he needed experienced farm workers to supervise the POWs. Dad was young but had picked more than his share of cotton during his life. His main job was weighing the cotton sacks as they were brought in and making the POWs remove the rocks from the sacks that they had put in to up the sack weight.

We did find Orchard Park Rd - or rather Monte found it. But we could find no evidence of the camp. Much Googling indicates that nothing is left of the camp to find - not even a historical marker.

Final review - Roswell is not out of this world. Don't bother.



 

Wednesday, May 15, 2013

Living Desert State Park, Carlsbad, NM

Started out the day hauling Casey to the dogtor.  She is okay.  Has some kind of girly infection so we won't go in to details.  She is on a course of antibiotics and lots of love.

After that I thought we would have an easy pleasant afternoon wandering through the Living Desert State Park in Carlsbad, NM. The state park exhibits more than 40 species of animals and hundreds of species of plants native to the Chihuahuan Desert. This is not your typical zoo. Most of the animals here are here because they cannot, for one reason or another, be released in to the wild and a few, like the Bolson Tortoise are part of a breeding program to keep them from becoming extinct. The animals have very large enclosures – which I'm sure makes for happy animals but also makes it easy for them to hide from prying eyes.


Notice what a nice sunny day it is!
Monte is getting a little batty.


Roadrunner.  We have seen several of
these in the wild but no Wile E Coyote

Bolson Tortoise

 
We were having a nice time until – it decided to storm. This is the DESERT. It has not rained since – well, for a long darn time. With all the lightning our main concern was getting out from being in the open and we were able to go pretty much from one covered viewing area to the next – our wandering had turned in to a trot and then a dash and Shelley is not good at dashing much less trotting. As the rain intensified we got in to a building where we waited out the worst of it before bolting for the visitor's center and then our car.

Difficult to tell but the rain was pelting down.

 
Our concern was all the windows we had left open at the RV. As it turned out the storm tracked just south of the Brantley Lake State Park where we are camped but the wind was wicked and turned over chairs and the satellite antenna and blew the cover off of the grill. Nothing was lost and all is well.

One good thing about getting caught in a rain storm here – even if you are soaked – you will dry out in about 5 minutes. So we are no worse for the wear and the 'ol hearts got good exercise.








Sunday, May 12, 2013

Stuck in Abilene

A couple of weeks ago – give or take a few days – the monitor for the RV rear view camera went kaput. We shipped it to the manufacturer for repair and they said they would keep it until we called with an address to ship it to.

Knowing that we would be in Abilene for several days Monte contacted the repair facility and gave them the address of the office here (with their permission).

The company shipped it last Monday, UPS, and it had a delivery date of Friday, May 10, by end of day. No updates all week from UPS. Finally on Thursday 11:45 pm we got our first update - “Delivery Exception – Late Train – Arrival Dallas” Then - Friday morning at 8:15 – arrival, Mesquite, Texas (still delivery by end of day Friday). Then miracle of miracles – that arrival in Mesquite was changed from 8:15 am to 5:33 pm. So we knew we were stuck. Next update - departed Mesquite at 1:05am Saturday morning. It is now 7:30 Sunday evening and we have no idea where it is or when it will get to Abilene. A lady in the office here said that usually when a UPS package leaves Mesquite it takes 2 days to get here – 195 miles, 3 hours.

So here we sit, in an entirely empty Taylor County Expo Center (the Clydesdales are still here) – Very happy that they are not kicking us out. Still getting that Texas hospitality.

Note the Budweiser Clydesdale Haulers in the distance.
There are 3 of them.
And at the time of this picture there were 2 other
motorhomes - now 1 other.


Speaking of Texas and wide open spaces...
Yesterday there were hundreds of
rigs in this lot.
The words of the old song - “Did he ever return, no he never returned” keep running through my head.




Western Heritage Classic – Abilene, Texas – Episode 2

The Ranch Rodeo


First – I have a confession to make. I believe that I am the only person ever born in Oklahoma and living in their 6th (ouch) decade of life to have never attended a rodeo. Now I can put that shameful secret behind me – as we attended the Ranch Rodeo at the Western Heritage Classic.

This is a ranch rodeo, not a professional rodeo. These are real cowboys from real working ranches participating in events that mirror their everyday life. (Real cowboys don't ride bulls). There were 10 ranches competing against each other for top honors. 8 teams from Texas ranches, one from Oklahoma and one from Nebraska.

Please understand when looking at these pictures – it is – I found out – just about impossible to take good pictures of moving horses with an iPhone. 

On to the rodeo

Opening event – The National Anthem.

Sung as it was meant to be sung – no embellishments to the melody and every cowboy and everyone – EVERYONE - in the audience covered their heart with their hat (white cowboy hats outnumbered every other hat 20-1 (ball caps 100-1) ) or their hand. These folks take their patriotism, and their cowboy hats, seriously.

 
 
In each of the following events points were awarded to the ranches not to the individual cowboys.

Bronc Busting

This is not how horses are broken to saddle in this day and age. However, every cowboy must be able to ride a bucking horse as you never know when the one that your saddle is on will buck. In this event the cowboys use their everyday saddle and stirrups, bit and bridle and saddle the bronc themselves. This was much in evidence when a cowboy and his saddle slid down the neck and over the head of his horse. He did not get a very good score on that ride and is probably still paying the price among his peers for his mess up.





Cutting Cattle


These cattle were, I believe, yearlings. Each had a number. 4 team members, on horse back, lined up on one side of a line with the cattle on the other. When a number was called out the clock started and one cowboy would head in to the herd, cut that number out and drive him back across the line. The other 3 cowboys had to keep all the other cattle on their own side of the line. Once the correct number was across the line he had to be roped, head and hind leg, and put on the ground. The ropes were immediately removed and the clock stopped. Cattle #4 was the comic relief as when his number was called and the cowboy almost had him across the line, he decided that he did not like this so much that he not only headed back to the herd but jumped the fence to get back in the corral. 
#4 Planning His Escape if necessary

#4 Making Good On His Escape Plans
I wish I had a picture of him going over the fence.
 
 

Calf Branding


Don't worry – no animal was actually branded. A herd of calves and momma cows was brought in. The cowboys had to wade in, lasso a calf, get it to his team mates, on the ground, who would hold it down as another cowboy brought in a “branding iron” that had been dipped in talcum powder. Then they had to get a second calf and do the same. As soon as the second calf was released the clock stopped. 2 teams were working the herd at the same time. 



Team Sorting


A herd of 30 cattle were brought in. Each animal had a number 1 through 10. So there were 3, 1s, 3 2s, etc. Again 4 team members. A number was called out, one cowboy would go in and cut the 3 number whatevers from the herd while the other team members kept the cut cattle from going back to the herd or the herd from crossing the line (not easy in the least). After all 3 were across the line they had to get herded in to a round pen. Too often after cutting 1 or 2 out of the herd they would get past the horses and back to the herd and it was in general a chinese fire drill. It was amazing, even with the clock running, how patient both cowboy and cowhorse were. It was fascinating to watch these horses work the cattle.

The Main Event! WILD COW MILKING


Not only are the cows wild – the event is wild. One wild cow is let lose. One cowboy on horseback has 2 chances to lasso the cow. If lassoed, then 2 other cowboys come in to control the cow. The cow must remain standing. A 4th cowboy comes in with a beer bottle (yes a longneck beer bottle) and must get some (not a lot) of the cow's milk in to the bottle. It was a riot! Lots of clinging to cow tails and being dragged around the arena by said cow's tail.

The Cows - Don't be lulled in to a false
sense of security thinking these girls are
calm and tame!


 
None of the cattle involved in the rodeo are like timid, tame, dairy cows. These are all straight off the ranch wild cattle. Each event in the rodeo has real world application for these cowboys and their horses. I think this was way cooler than going to a professional rodeo.

Congratulations to Swenson Land & Cattle Company for their 2nd win in a row. There were also awards for “Top Hand” (best cowboy) and “best all around horse”. So each cowboy and his horse was being scrutinized at all times regardless of what the clock was doing.

The event was great, the people we met were amazing – the most friendly, welcoming folks you can imagine. A special shout-out to Penny and James Fowler who we met at the fiddlers contest. They own Lone Star Farms in Desdemona, TX and raise quarter horses and thoroughbreds. They invited us to their home but it is 80 miles in the wrong direction of travel for this trip. Next time through Texas – I plan on stopping there and seeing a real Texas spread up close and in person.

Western Heritage Classic – Abilene, Texas – Episode 1

We did not really know what we were in for when Shelley made RV reservations at the Taylor County Texas Expo Center to attend the Western Heritage Classic. We found out that we were in for a good time – Texas style. Both the participants and the attendees (we being the exception) are serious ranch people. They have cattle and some of the smartest and most well trained horses to work the cattle and dogs, lots of dogs. We were in one of the few “regular” Rvs. People that camped – and there were hundreds of them - were mostly in horse trailers where the front part is RV and the aft area is for the horses. The event is attended by literally thousands of people.

This was the 27th year of this 3 day event. Activities are designed to embrace the essence of the cowboy lifestyle. The showcase event is the Ranch Rodeo but also included were the world's largest bit and spur show, a chuck wagon cook-off, matched horse races, children's rodeo, cowboy poet/singers, western artisans, a fiddlers contest, ranch horse and cowdog clinics and I'm sure I'm forgetting something. I can't write about each event so have chosen the Bit and Spur Show, the Chuck Wagon Cook-off and the Matched Races for this blog. (The Ranch Rodeo will be addressed in a separate blog entry).
 

Bit and Spur Show (and Western Collectibles)

 
Now, we had no idea what a bit and spur show was and how something like that could be the “world's largest”. Now we know. 2 huge buildings filled with bits and spurs and saddles and lassos and chaps and all things cowboy – even a few six-shooters. The prices on the the spurs was astronomical. These are not things to be worn but to be put in the safe or safety deposit box. I saw some $275 spurs but also some $1,275. Saddles – who knew - $6,000? There were lots of $6,000 saddles for sale – don't know if any sold but they were there. I wish I had taken more pictures at the show as many of these spurs and bits really were works of art.



Chuck Wagon Cook-off

Chuck wagons were judged on authenticity of their wagon and prepared food. I did not count how many teams there were but at least a dozen – probably more. They set up on Friday and the authenticity judging was done the. Saturday morning the competition cooking started. Every team cooked the exact same meal – country fried steak, gravy, beans, fried potatoes and onions, rolls, and cobbler. We were able to get tickets to eat these fine vittles (got that? Vittles) and from looking around at everyone's plates you could see that although the menu was the same at each wagon – the food was different in many regards. My guess is that they served about 800 meals and everyone was happy and no one went away hungry.




Carla Hall (on our left) from Top Chef and The Chew

Carla Hall (on our left) from Top Chef and The Chew
if you have ever seen her on TV - this is totally her personality.
They were making cobbler but talking about cooking beans
and the cook was saying how they lay out the beans and count them and
it must be 239 beans per batch - not 240 (she was serious)


Matched Horse Races


The races were to start at 4pm. The crowd started gathering at 2 and by 3 we were packed in like the proverbial sardines – they said that there were 3,500 there – all trying to see a very short straight race track. The horses, mostly quarter horses I guess, run 2 at a time. However they are not really matched against each other but they run against the clock. I'm not sure how many pairs there were – at least 14 or 15 – and the top 8 times then run heats for the win. Each pair of horses walk the length of the track, when they get just past the starting line (so they are facing away from the way they will run), the judge drops the flag, the horses turn as fast as they can and haul ass and everyone screams and spills their beer and pops another top. We could only see the start and about half of the track, once they passed us – we had no idea what happened and the loud-speaker system of course went on the fritz. But, it was definitely fun.


Parade the Colors
"Six White Horses"
They had amazing blue eyes.



A few pictures from the Expo grounds:


I cannot control 2 smallish dogs when walking them on a leash.
The Clydesdales are amazing.

Clydesdales perform at the rodeo

Texas Hood Ornament

 

On to the Ranch Rodeo...