The high desert in Far West Texas has a certain something that calls to me, and though it’s been less than a year since I’d camped in The Davis Mountains and Marfa, I wanted to go back.
The weather was good, the crowds were low, I had the time and so did my boyfriend, so we packed up the car and headed west.
We took our time exploring Marfa. We stayed a few days in the middle of the week, enjoying the empty feeling of the place (though tracking down meals became a game of cat and mouse), and took day trips to swim in Balmorhea Pool, attend a Star Party at the McDonald Observatory, and check out some art installations along Highway 90.
After Marfa, we headed to Big Bend National Park for two days of camping and hiking, stopping in Terlingua on the way.
On our way out of Big Bend we stopped in Marathon, which proved to be much cuter and friendlier than expected. I was so charmed by it, I decided that I must return on my next trip out west. From there, we made our way east and then to a little-known and very remote state park along Devils River.
We stayed two nights and enjoyed a spectacular night sky. The river is difficult to reach (the campsite was miles down a rutted dirt road, offered no water or even a toilet, and an additional drive and then mile-something hike was required to reach the river) which meant that we only had one day to enjoy the water.
So, we packed up our snorkels, a big lunch, some wine, lots of water, and headed through the desert in search of the river.
This was such an inspiring trip, by its end I felt filled up with ideas and a drive to create. I also felt a shift in my personal life become solidified. There’s a simplicity in the desert that I’ve been longing for. I think it’s one of the reasons I always want to go back. Every time, I feel a little clearer on what I want, what I want to create, and who I want to be.
Surrounded by nothing but desert, time stretches out and I get more in tune with my thoughts and feelings. It’s a wonderful thing to realize and to know that if I’m ever feeling frazzled and lost I can always travel west and return to myself.
Really beautiful photos and heartfelt story of your trip. I look forward to your artwork inspired from your journey! Thanks for sharing Cara! đź’ś
Perfect clear views on your insight into a magical place on the ‘edge of the universe’ as I think of this area. Your photos are fabulous!
Will your paintings now be 400 feet long?
Given the images you have, I wouldn’t be surprised…
What a great trip and wonderful accounting of it, thanks for sharing.
Hi, Cara! Love this. I went on a hiking/camping trip with some friends to hike the tallest peak in Texas, Guadalupe Peak, back in May. It’s way out west like Big Bend, only north of there, near the border of New Mexico. Treated ourselves to a nice hotel in Van Horn afterwards, Hotel El Capitan. Love the feeling of being out there.
Thanks Matt! I’ll definitely check that out – it sounds like a lovely trip and a great place to stop on the way into New Mexico.