Here's a sad fact about adulthood: Ain't nobody got time for road trips. There's a passel of responsibilities that come with graduating from college, and between a job, a house, pets, and a family, most adults are just too darn exhausted. Oh, I've tried to get my husband to pack up and head out for parts unknown, but by the time we've decided where we would like to go, one of us is snoring.
If I could pack up and head out today? I'd go west. I'd go to Marfa.
Where in the heck is Marfa?
Marfa is a tiny town in West Texas, located between the Davis Mountains and The Big Bend in the Chihuahuan Desert. It is approximately 406 miles from San Antonio, a six hour car ride out Interstate 10, turn left after Fort Stockton. The town is out in the very middle of nowhere. It started out as a railroad water stop in the 1880s. My very first thought when I read that was to wonder where the water came from, since they're in the middle of a desert? Marfa got new life as a training facility for pilots during WWII, but that faded after the airfield closed. Marfa is also the place where the movie Giant was filmed. Visitors can ask to stay in James Dean's old room at the Hotel Paisano. Who knows? Maybe his ghost will visit, looking for cigarettes.
The current population of Marfa is a whopping 1,981 people, so if you want to go where everybody knows your name, Marfa is the place. These days, Marfa is a tourist destination for people who enjoy art and shopping. Oh...and people also come to Marfa to see the Marfa lights. These are 'ghost lights' or will o'the wisps that seem to enjoy entertaining the masses every evening. No one seems to be really sure about when they showed up, but the people of Marfa have embraced the lights wholeheartedly. They even built a viewing platform, so one might be comfortable sitting out in the dark in the middle of nowhere, waiting for random, floating balls of light to appear. Marfa even holds a festival to celebrate the lights each year! The Marfa Lights have been debunked a number of times as reflections from headlights on Highway 67, or some sort of atmospheric anomalies, but people still keep coming.
I'd like to judge for myself. I'd like to hop in my car, back it out of the driveway, and head west down Interstate 10. After Uvalde, there's not a darn thing out there, and a road trip is about the journey, not the destination. If I left my house at lunchtime, I could hit Marfa around dinnertime, check into a hotel, and then head over to the viewing platform, where I would wait for the lights to appear. If I could stay awake that late, anyway. These days, my nighty-night time is around ten-ish. If the Marfa Lights could manage to show up before then, that would be awesome.
Where would your own road trip take you?
2.) If you were to take a road trip this weekend, where would you go?