If you like to just get in the car and drive with your brain disconnected, the trip from Del Rio to Marathon is for you. It’s simultaneously barren and beautiful. Peaceful. The landscape changes slowly, so you have plenty of time to consider what’s in front of you. We had thought we would make it all the way to Marfa today, but decided to take it even slower than usual.
We made the required stop in Langtry to see the Judge Roy Bean Saloon and Museum. He was The Law West of the Pecos and dispensed justice with a .45. It’s a pretty interesting (and free) stop with Wild West memorabilia and Bode enjoyed it. He asked why I wasn’t wearing cowboy boots since we were in the Wild West. He was.
We had planned on camping this entire part of the trip, but the weather forecasts have been warning of an ‘Invasion from the North’ with ‘Arctic blasts from Canada.’ Those damn Canadians are at it again and we had to wait until after the commercial break to hear more about it! I can barely stand weatherman hyperbole, but since this could actually impact our plans we had to listen. Expected temperatures in the single digits tonight, so I sent out a few Couchsurfing requests as a backup and we got an interesting response from Guil in Marathon.