Okay, two days in Roswell taught me some facts about the town. First, its a pretty run-of-the-mill small town where the Saturday afternoon entertainment seems to be driving up and down Main street. Secondly, its something of a disappointment. The major industry is dairy and the major product is mozzarella cheese.
Yeah, mozzarella cheese. About a million pounds daily.
Third, as you probably know, the alleged landing didn't happen near Roswell but at a ranch about 70 miles north of town. Rancher Mack Brazell discovered the debris and came to Roswell to report it to the sheriff.
Most all the accommodations are tourist-standard and some capitalize on UFO-themed schlock. Some of the schlock is nonetheless fun, but I don't think worth a rallye. Sorry to disappoint but maybe there's a better place to meet up.
Oh, and avoid the Applebee's at all costs.
A few photos to show the schlock fest. . The UFO museum is much as you would expect. Even Coca-Cola thinks aliens drink Coke. The UFO-themed McDonald's makes me wonder if there's a reason for all the cattle mutilations. No thanks.
Yes, Perk-n-Jerk is a thing. Coffee-based drinks and beef jerky. I recommend the Mocha Glacier.
I took a longer way back on highway 54 through Cloudcroft. I'm glad I skipped breakfast to stop in Big Daddy's Diner. The Mountain Man breakfast could be shared with someone else. Coffee is served the way it should be, in a ceramic mug, black and hot.
Beautiful scenic mountainous drive and the SLK loved it. The scenic view is Highway 54 coming down into Alamogordo. Highway 10 is a rough and ugly interstate with no redeeming features, except letting me go like a bat outta Hell just to get off it.
In short, I'd rather not see SLK'ers drive a goodly distance to be disappointed.