It rained during the night, but I had pitched my tent under a roof so wind was the only real issue since I did manage to stay dry.
It got cold as the night wore on, and morning found me shivering. I remained cocooned in my sleeping bag not out of a desire to sleep more, but to put off stepping outside.
Eventually I got out and packed up. I suppose it worked out rather well given the absence of police harassment. I was quite happy to be dry.
I’ve made my way to McDonalds to charge up my phone and write this short entry, as well as to plan my next steps. I’d like to do at least one touristy thing before leaving Roswell. I’ll be heading northbound through Santa Fe.