Entrance to Carlsbad National Park, White’s City, New Mexico
There are some places you visit because you have always wanted to go, and then there are places that sneak up on you and leave you wondering why you waited so long. Our first trip to Carlsbad Caverns National Park in New Mexico was definitely the latter.
This was our first time visiting this part of New Mexico, and I honestly wasn’t sure what to expect. I knew about the famous caverns, of course, but I didn’t realize just how beautiful the land surrounding them would be. By the time we headed home, I was already thinking about when we could make the trip again.
Getting there from Texas is another story altogether.
Getting Across Texas Is Half The Adventure
If you are traveling from Central Texas, prepare yourself because getting to southeastern New Mexico is not exactly a quick little afternoon drive. Texas is big. Everybody knows that, but there is nothing quite like spending hours crossing it to make you fully appreciate the size of this state.
And then there are the oil fields.
I’ll be honest. Traveling through miles and miles of oil fields isn’t exactly what I would call scenic. There is plenty of activity, equipment, trucks and the general hustle of the oil industry, but if you’re looking for beautiful scenery to make the miles disappear, well…you might want to bring a good playlist.
Once we crossed into New Mexico, though, the whole feel of the trip changed. The landscape opened up, the scenery became more rugged and the drive suddenly felt like part of the vacation instead of something we simply had to endure to get there.
New Mexico has a way of making you slow down and look around.
I understood the nickname “Land of Enchantment” pretty quickly.
Staying Near Carlsbad Caverns
The town of Carlsbad itself appears to have a strong connection to the oil industry, too. We saw so many Texas license plates while we were there that I almost wondered if we had actually crossed state lines. There are plenty of oil field workers in the area, and the town has that working-town feel that comes with being connected to an industry that keeps the region moving.
The national park is located roughly 20 miles outside of Carlsbad, so where you stay can make a pretty big difference, especially if you plan to spend several days exploring.
When I started looking for a place to stay close to the park, there weren’t exactly endless choices. We eventually chose White’s Mountain Inn Resort, which sits right outside the park.
And I’m really glad we did.
White’s Mountain Inn Was A Pleasant Surprise
White’s Mountain Inn is an older, small resort, and you can tell it was probably the place to be back when visiting the national parks was a much bigger family vacation tradition. It has that old-school vacation-resort feeling that you don’t see quite as often anymore.
I’ll admit that the word “older” initially made me a little nervous.
Then I read the reviews.
The reviews were excellent, which reassured me that we weren’t about to walk into some forgotten roadside motel with a questionable bed and a bathroom door that didn’t quite close. Thankfully, the reviews were right.
The property was quiet, peaceful and surprisingly uncrowded. There were probably fewer than 20 people there on any given night while we were visiting, and that suited us just fine. I don’t need a crowded resort with people everywhere to enjoy myself. Give me somewhere peaceful where I can sit outside and enjoy the scenery and I’m happy.
The rooms had clearly been updated at some point, and ours was very clean and spacious. Most importantly, it was COLD.
And let me tell you, when you’re staying in the desert during hot weather, cold is not a luxury. Cold is a requirement.
The resort also has a swimming pool and a small water park, which would be a great bonus for families traveling with children. We didn’t take advantage of it, mostly because we have a pool at home and I’m not exactly a public-pool person.
There’s just something about swimming in water where I know a bunch of strangers have probably peed that makes me want to remain firmly on dry land.
I’ll let the kids have that one.

Scenic overlook Carlsbad National Park
The Drive Into The Park Is Beautiful
The first time we drove into Carlsbad Caverns National Park, I wasn’t prepared for the scenery.
There is something about this landscape that photographs simply don’t capture.
Every few minutes I found myself trying to take a picture with my phone, only to look at the screen and think, “Well, that’s disappointing.” The picture wasn’t bad. It just didn’t look anything like what I was actually seeing.
The road climbs through some incredible scenery, with the desert stretching out around you and the mountains and mesas creating views that seem to go on forever. The higher we went, the more I wanted to stop and look.
And that’s saying something because I am not a skyscraper-and-concrete kind of girl.
Give me flowers, trees, mountains, water, wildlife and a little room to breathe any day.
I love being outside, and I love places that make you feel small in a good way. Carlsbad Caverns did that for me long before we ever got anywhere near the cave.
A Place With A Lot Of History Beneath It
One of the things I loved about visiting this area was that there was so much more to think about than simply taking pictures and checking a national park off our list.
I’m fascinated by history and geography, so learning how this landscape came to be was right up my alley.
The mountains and caverns are connected to an ancient reef system that formed roughly 265 million years ago along the edge of an inland sea. Over an enormous stretch of time, geological forces lifted those rocks, erosion exposed them, and chemical processes eventually helped create the cavern system beneath the surface.
That kind of history makes you look at the landscape differently.
You’re not just looking at rocks and desert anymore. You’re looking at something that has been changing for millions upon millions of years.
I also found myself thinking about the Native peoples who lived in this region long before roads, hotels, visitor centers and national park signs ever existed. Sitting above the mesas and looking out across the landscape, it was impossible not to wonder what this place must have looked like centuries ago and what life was like for the people who knew this land as home.
That’s one of my favorite things about traveling. I don’t just want to see a place. I want to understand it.
Carlsbad Caverns And My Very Real Fear Of Heights
Now we get to the part where I have to admit that I didn’t actually go down into the cavern.
Before anybody starts yelling at me, there is a very good reason.
I am severely afraid of heights.
Not “I don’t really like roller coasters” afraid. Not “my stomach gets a little funny when I’m on a tall balcony” afraid.
I’m talking about the kind of fear that can make me dizzy, disoriented and panicked.
The Natural Entrance Trail into Carlsbad Cavern is steep, dropping approximately 750 feet, which the National Park Service compares to walking down about 75 stories. There is also an elevator option for visitors who don’t want to make that descent on foot.
Unfortunately, knowing there is an elevator doesn’t magically turn off my fear of heights.
I wanted to go down. I really did.
I just couldn’t make myself do it.
The first few times we drove through the park, I struggled with the roads and the elevation so much that I became dizzy, cried a little and had at least one panic attack. It’s embarrassing to admit, but it’s also something I can’t simply decide not to have. I’ve tried to conquer this fear more times than I can count, and sometimes it wins.
That doesn’t mean I was willing to miss the park.
After several trips through the area, the drive became easier. I learned where the road went, what to expect and what was around the next curve. Eventually, I could relax enough to actually enjoy more of the scenery.
And I’m glad I kept trying.
Sometimes You Have To Enjoy A Place Your Own Way
One thing I’m learning as I get older is that a trip doesn’t have to look exactly like somebody else’s trip to be worthwhile.
Maybe someday I’ll make it into the cavern.
I hope I do.
But I’m not going to risk passing out on a steep trail just because I feel like I have something to prove. There are plenty of people who can hike straight down into that cavern without giving it a second thought. Good for them.
I’ll be over here admiring the view.
And what a view it is.
Carlsbad Caverns National Park is known around the world for what lies beneath the ground, but I think it’s easy to forget how beautiful the world above it is, too. The park sits in the Chihuahuan Desert, surrounded by dramatic rock formations, desert plants, wildlife and wide-open views. The National Park Service notes that more than 119 caves are known within the park.
For me, the landscape itself was reason enough to go.
Would We Go Back?
Absolutely.
There is still so much we didn’t experience, and the cavern is definitely unfinished business for me. Maybe I’ll work up the nerve one day. Maybe I’ll take the elevator down and see what happens. Maybe I’ll get there and decide that looking at pictures is perfectly acceptable.
We also missed out on the nightly bat flight viewing at the entrance of the cavern. We hiked down to the Bat Flight Amphitheater and sat about an hour on our second night there, only to be told everyone had to evacuate the area due to approaching storms that were producing lightning and possible flash flooding. That was disappointing, as I really wanted to experience it up close.

Bat Fight Amphitheater
Either way, I’m not done with this part of New Mexico.
This trip also gave me a completely different appreciation for the journey itself. Crossing Texas may take forever and a day, and those oil fields aren’t exactly what I would put on a postcard, but once you reach New Mexico, the scenery begins to change and the trip starts feeling like an adventure.
By the time we were winding our way through the mountains and looking out over those mesas, I knew we had made the right decision to come.
Carlsbad Caverns was our first real introduction to this corner of New Mexico, and it left an impression on me that a phone camera simply couldn’t capture.
Sometimes you just have to stand there and see it for yourself.
And if you’re anything like me, you’ll probably spend half your visit saying, “There is no way this picture is going to show how pretty this really is.”
You’d be right.
Lisa Crow contributed to this article. She is a true crime junkie and lifestyle blogger based in Waco, Texas. Lisa is the Head of Content at Gigi’s Ramblings and Southern Bred True Crime Junkie. She spends her free time traveling when she can and making memories with her large family which consists of six children and sixteen grandchildren.