Lucy Denyer blog Marfa-Dallas drive

The stars were fading and the grey dawn slowly started to lighten.  Sipping tea from thick china mugs we watched the world wake up, before piling into the cars and setting off for the long drive to San Marcos.

And despite the early hour, it was stunningly beautiful. We passed through proper cowboy movie terrain – rough peaks that plunged into low valleys where, if you squinted, you could almost make out the Lone Ranger silhouetted against the skyline on his trusty Trigger.

The road twisted and turned, carving its way through the hills, until we emerged onto a flat plain which was bathed in a milky glow that crept to the distant hazy mountains. Overhead an eagle soared lazily and we felt like the only people in the world.

Of course, this being Texas, the road was not entirely romantic. Every so often we would come across a squashed animal of some kind: a coyote, some racoon, a skunk. And we’d pull through yet more one-horse towns where crumbling buildings rotted gently on the outskirts.

But it was a good drive today. And we made it to San Marcos in plenty of time for Scott Wade to do his thing. Altogether satisfactory.

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