Ten years ago I joined my husband's band on a three month tour of the US. We had a 5 day stop in Austin where we met a musician/cowboy named Redding Hunter who convinced us we should take advantage of our time in Texas and all go explore Marfa. All seven of us squished into the van and spent a few beautiful days in a desert town I'm not soon to forget. Red wrote this song about our trip and it still makes me want to pack up and head South, constantly planning imaginary road trips.
Marfa, home of Donald Judd's Chinati Foundation, is the most perfect little artist desert town, where you can't tell if the guy carrying a chainsaw down the street it a forester or a famous sculpter. It's not a town where you'd want to stay in a "hotel" hotel, it wouldn't feel right which is why hotelier (and personal hero) Liz Lambert's El Cosmico is so perfect there. You can stay in a "fancy" tent or a camper or you can simply camp on the beautiful grounds. There's a communal bathhouse with outdoor clawfoot tubs and wood-fired hot tubs along with a little shop, community events and a hammock grove. It's the stuff that imaginary road trips are made of.