So we left San Antonio behind and started heading across the nothingness of Western Texas towards Carlsbad and Roswell.
Fortunately, no creatures from The Descent attacked us and we made it out alive. We were then able to enjoy our surroundings above ground.
Later that night, we saw a bat flight, not to be confused with a bat fight. A lady forest ranger prepared us for the game of honor and diplomacy that is bat viewing. There were about 7,000 questions from the crowd beforehand. This one little jerk (he was about 4 years old) not only asked a question that had already been answered, but then got confused as to what he was asking, “Do the bats eat da… da… da… (looks at parents for help)… (pauses for 3 minutes)… (told to say insects by parents)... ins…insec (looking baffled)... I mean bugs?" Great question, you stupid moron. Everyone already knew that they ate bugs when it was answered 10 minutes ago. What a waste of time. Pay attention... puhlease! He's lucky a table wasn't thrown at him.
Some of the other more adorable kids had fantastic questions.

I had great expectations for the bat flight. Unfortunately, it was just ok. Minor disappointment. After the bats, Sean suggested we set up shop at a campground in White's City. Sort of racist if you ask me, but Sean was all for it. I thought he crossed some lines when he did this later that night at a talent show. Too soon, Sean. Too soon.

We woke up at around 5:45 this morning and set out for Roswell. Sean had a lot of work to do at the International UFO Museum and Research Center. I was able to enjoy it a little more without worrying about the tedious research. 15 minutes and $5 later, I think it's safe to say we learned quite a bit.
We added a new friend for the Gray Ghost.
- Kyle
Memphis Raines off to a commanding lead.
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