After above average temps in Colorado, we figured we'd better head south before reality hit in the form of much coolers temps. Our first stop in New Mexico was, literally, right on the border, on the Raton Pass. As we exited for the campground, we thought we were going to be camping in a Weigh Station, as they share the exit. It was a very pleasant surprise when we pulled into the Cedar Rail Campground, high above the Interstate.
It felt like we were on top of the world with beautiful mountain views in every direction.
And to top it all off, a beautiful sunset!
The altitude on the Raton Pass is 7880 feet, so it got pretty darn cold at night! Time to continue southward.
Next stop was a nice KOA just outside of Las Vegas, New Mexico.
Who knew there was another Las Vegas! Turns out that this one is much older than Las Vegas, NV, having received its name in 1835 when 29 individuals received the Las Vegas Land Grant from the Mexican government. It became a premier city, for awhile, as a major stop on the Santa Fe Trail, a railroad hub and trade center. Its important waned in the early 20th century when the railroad built a more southerly route through Albuquerque. We took a walking tour of the historical areas.
This is the railroad station and visitor information center built in 1899. It has been beautifully restored, and the person we spoke to in the information center was fantastic. She told us all about the historical buildings (there are over 900 of them), gave us a map and highlighted the things we shouldn't miss.
This is the Carnegie Library, one of the small town libraries built by the grant from philanthropist Andrew Carnegie. There are only 12 of them in operation yet today (there is also one in Stillwater, MN!). Further down the street, we came to Bridge Street, which took us past New Mexico Highlands University, with its beautiful campus buildings with red tile roofs and historical churches.
We walked across the bridge to Old Town Plaza. It has this gorgeous park
and is surrounded by lots of beautiful buildings. The variety of architectural styles is amazing.
The Plaza Hotel (built in 1882)
Our Lady of Sorrows Parrish Hall (built pre-1883)
E. Romero Hose and Fire Company (built in 1909)
On our walk back, we passed the Las Vegas Museum - no time to visit it today, but Las Vegas, NM is definitely a town we'd love to come back to!
Our next stop was the sleepy little town of Fort Sumner. Sleepy now, but not in the past! It is the home of Billy the Kid's gravesite and the Billy the Kid Museum.
Billy the Kid's gravesite, where he is buried with two of his "Pals".
This is his actual headstone, which has been stolen twice! His real name was Henry McCarty, but he went by William H. Bonney. He was killed by Sheriff Pat Garrett when he was 21 years old. Legend has it that Billy the Kid killed 21 men, but only 4 have been proven. He was more a thief and cattle rustler, and he was extremely good at escaping from whatever situation he was in, including jail.
This is Billy the Kid's gun and an authentic wanted poster.
There was a lot of other things in the Billy the Kid Museum including antiques from the early days of Fort Sumner, clippings about Billy the Kid's tombstone being stolen and returned, a theory that Billy the Kid hadn't ever been killed and was living nearby. The founder of the museum, Ed Sweet, collected a lot of "stuff". The museum (& campground) is still run by Ed Sweet's son & daughter in law - they are probably in their 70's and as sharp and cute as can be.
An old horse drawn hearse and pickup truck at the museum.
Fort Sumner is also home to the Bosque Redondo Memorial Historic Site. Fort Sumner was established to help deal with the "Indian problem" in New Mexico as ranchers were moving into Native American lands. A plan was hatched to round up the Mescalero Apaches and the Navajos (with the help of Kit Carson) and put them on a reservation at the Fort. They were going to be taught how to plant and harvest crops. Sadly, there were far too many Native Americans at the Fort, their crops were destroyed in consecutive years by insects, the water was tainted and the Native Americans were not immune to white man's diseases. Many of them died. Both tribes eventually escaped and went back to their native lands. Nothing is left of the fort, but there is a beautiful Memorial at the site.
We are still lucking out with the weather, but will continue south through Roswell. I'll be watching the skies for UFO's!