Although little green men occupy various storefronts in the town of Roswell, if one goes beyond those touristy spots, discoveries include a surprising welcome: a family friendly bicycle trail with several attractions and obvious community investment.
Used to longer rides, we chose a park near the middle of the trail, at the Roswell Recreation Department. We rode west to The Enchanted Lands, where the local Rotary provided great amenities, including benches, a platform and a handicap-friendly covered viewing area. Eastward past the recreation park, we passed a MIA-POW park and an art and museum center. At this end is a park with wandering waterfowl and picnic tables, a youth fishing area and a free-to-enter Zoo. It was a small zoo, but the rescued animals, education and entertainment were priceless. One must dismount and walk the bicycle along the zoo paths, but Stu remained seated on his folding trike and just went very slow. We enjoyed placing a donation in one of the pedestals provided at path crossings. While the ride was not the vigorous workout we wanted, it was the adventure we needed.
This adventure was such a treat after the horrendous drive north on Highway 285 from Fort Stockton, Tex. We were more than ready for a break in our westward journey, which began after a late winter in San Antonio. We stayed at the Roswell Elks Lodge, where RV parking was easy, the lodge was open, and folks were very friendly and inviting. The only issue we had were the trees by the dump station, but we made it work just fine. Our entry steps decided to take a dump too, though. Thank goodness a fellow RVer pulled up behind us and had some strings and things so we could tie them up out of the way. Boy, were we shamefaced for not being prepared. We then pieced together an extra-long twist-tie from the kitchen drawer and a piece of elastic from the sewing box to form a makeshift rope for step stool, so we could reel it into the coach after we climbed aboard. Hilarious.