On the last night we stayed in Marfa, Texas. Like most of the communities in this part of the country, it has its own flair. We stayed at El Cosmico campground where we at least had GRASS to camp on. The campground is made up of reconditioned (and highly decorated) airstreams from the 60’s and teepees and a general groovy vibe.
These are not my photos, but good examples of what you see there. They were FULLY booked. Lots of people wanting recreate their parents’ ‘love-in’ experience:
That evening we had a little time to explore Marfa. Mike and I found a geocache (of course) and the Dairy Queen (can you say mini-blizzard?). Our final event was to meet up with the group for pizza and a celebratory dinner.
The ‘awards’ dinner provided each of us merit badges for our efforts. Mike and I both received the “Builder” badge because of our work with Fuller Center building homes for those who need them. That was a nice recognition because after all, the Fuller rides do compete with Adventure Cycling rides for people who want to do the X-Country thing as inexpensively as possible.
We went out to the Marfa lights viewing area to see if they would appear. Alas, conditions weren’t right, but it was a nice last evening to hang out with those who went out there.
In between the groovy 60-70’s vibe, and the 19th century courthouse, Marfa also has BIKESHARE! These are stationed at the local high class hotel and the public radio station. Airless tires, cute baskets, and total practicality.
Sunday morning we headed back to Fort Davis, our starting point. I was starting to feel queasy so I took the van. The nice thing was that once I got to Fort Davis I was able to walk over to the actual Fort and do some touristing. However, I spent most of my time inspecting the Necessary.
I did observe that except for the dramatic backdrop, Fort Davis was like most other army posts I’ve been on – especially the very old ones. Big parade ground surrounded by barracks (enlisted housing) on one side, big houses (officers) on the other. This still looks like a very lonely place to be though. Tough life for a cavalry officer in those days.
I thought this was cool. The dirt track running parallel to this sign, behind it, is the actual road that they used to head down to go to El Paso, or the other direction to San Antonio. And I’m sure that was the “good” portion of it, near the post.
After bidding farewell to various new friends, the four of us remaining (plus guides) heading back to El Paso climbed aboard and headed out. (If you see green bar tape, you see my Surly)
Along the way we had to stop to check out the Prada store. Seriously – you didn’t know there was a Prada store in the middle of nowhere, Texas?
Actually, it’s an art installation. Do you see the camera in the shelf? I don’t know who is watching the people peering in, but it’s an interesting idea. Way the heck outside of anywhere.
… and yes, there’s a geocache there too. We found it and signed it and headed home.
And except for those two nights in real beds, this was the last of this home I’d visit for a while.