Last Friday, Saturday, and Sunday we made good on our south-of-the-border intentions and road tripped it to Mexico. Along the way we stopped at White Sands, Carlsbad Caverns, and Roswell. The following photos are highlights of our journey that was very much motivated by end-of-summer fatigue.
It's like surfing, except on sand and with a dish instead of a board...
The original Atlas satellite!
Corn Derek truly is an angel...
Rachel wouldn't stop tickling me. A pox on her!
Behold, the bare Satchel midriff!
Eatin' peaches.
We camped out in the back lawn of the LDS chapel in Alamogordo. It rained all night and the sprinklers added to the mayhem... But the price couldn't be beat!
Saints with a saint in front of the main cathedral in Juarez!
With his Crocodile Dundee hat and Camelbak, Tyler was by far the uber-tourist.
Joseph wrapped in a brightly colored blanket blending in among the natives.
Only $3 for these direct Italian imports!
Steve looking rather bewildered at what the Me-hee-canos are eating.
Only $1 for four sweet, sweet tacos de higado (liver)! They were tasty, and Fanta in a glass bottle can't be beat!
Our bread got smashed so our sandwiches were fantastically ghetto.
Who needs Subway when you've got a cooler full of foodstuffs in the back of Rachel's truck?
Our posse in front of the mouth of Carlsbad.
I'm goin' deeper underground...
Corn Derek with a very large melted ice cream cone-lookin' something something.
A bat tried to bite Joseph so he bit it back in an Alice Cooper-esque fashion.
This is the most luvin' Corn Derek got this summer--from a stalagmite!
Restrooms 755 feet underground!
Corn Derek playing third wheel to the Walkers and a cave formation.
These formations are called Lion Tails, but they also function as maces.
Who could resist a bite to eat in a cave?
I don't want to detail what went on here.
We got here just 15 min. too late to see the actual museum, but we still got some out-of-this world photos!
Even the vending machines are extraterrestrial-related in Roswell!
No, it's not a Provo establishment promoting modesty, it's the Cover-Up Cafe. Only in Roswell.
If it's made in China and can be imprinted with an alien logo, you can buy it here.
A classic Joseph handstand in front of one of the alien street lights.
Oh yeah! Rubbernecking at its finest! The accident that slowed us down on the way home on I-40.
It's like surfing, except on sand and with a dish instead of a board...
The original Atlas satellite!
Corn Derek truly is an angel...
Rachel wouldn't stop tickling me. A pox on her!
Behold, the bare Satchel midriff!
Eatin' peaches.
We camped out in the back lawn of the LDS chapel in Alamogordo. It rained all night and the sprinklers added to the mayhem... But the price couldn't be beat!
Saints with a saint in front of the main cathedral in Juarez!
With his Crocodile Dundee hat and Camelbak, Tyler was by far the uber-tourist.
Joseph wrapped in a brightly colored blanket blending in among the natives.
Only $3 for these direct Italian imports!
Steve looking rather bewildered at what the Me-hee-canos are eating.
Only $1 for four sweet, sweet tacos de higado (liver)! They were tasty, and Fanta in a glass bottle can't be beat!
Our bread got smashed so our sandwiches were fantastically ghetto.
Who needs Subway when you've got a cooler full of foodstuffs in the back of Rachel's truck?
Our posse in front of the mouth of Carlsbad.
I'm goin' deeper underground...
Corn Derek with a very large melted ice cream cone-lookin' something something.
A bat tried to bite Joseph so he bit it back in an Alice Cooper-esque fashion.
This is the most luvin' Corn Derek got this summer--from a stalagmite!
Restrooms 755 feet underground!
Corn Derek playing third wheel to the Walkers and a cave formation.
These formations are called Lion Tails, but they also function as maces.
Who could resist a bite to eat in a cave?
I don't want to detail what went on here.
We got here just 15 min. too late to see the actual museum, but we still got some out-of-this world photos!
Even the vending machines are extraterrestrial-related in Roswell!
No, it's not a Provo establishment promoting modesty, it's the Cover-Up Cafe. Only in Roswell.
If it's made in China and can be imprinted with an alien logo, you can buy it here.
A classic Joseph handstand in front of one of the alien street lights.
Oh yeah! Rubbernecking at its finest! The accident that slowed us down on the way home on I-40.
