There’s something about Texas, especially West Texas.
I know, it’s not too fashionable to like the lone-star state. Too many guns. Too many red necks. Too black-gold-centric. Too near Breaking Bad country.
For years, West Texas has been calling us long-distance, saying “Come visit.” The quirky town of Marfa. Big Bend National Park. And the legendary Gage Hotel in Marathon—our one-night of grandeur before a week of camping and sleeping in our rooftop tent in Big Bend.