Last month, I (against all wishes) turned 30. Sigh. The age I’ve been dreading since hitting 25. Not trying to over dramatize it, but seriously, I WAS NOT looking forward to it. AT ALL. (You can read all my lovely thoughts about that here.) What better way to welcome in a new decade than a weekend trip to the quiet, desolate, and immensely beautiful area known as West Texas?
I had heard how awesome Big Bend National Park was, and could not wait to see it for myself. That was my top priority. And it did not disappoint whatsoever.
I only wish we had about 3-5 more days to explore. We had enough time for one hike along the Chisos Mountains. Here’s some pics from the Lost Mine Trail:
It was about a 3-4 hour hike. There are signs everywhere about mountain lions and bears inhabiting the area, so chalk up a couple more points for me in the facing fears department. (I’m becoming a pro at that lately.) And a random sign about ancient swamp creatures.
We headed over to Marfa, which was so much different from what I expected. It’s like a ghost town until you dig beneath the surface. There’s all these random warehouses that look abandoned at first glance, and then boom, you walk in and an art gallery appears before your very eyes. There’s such a great underground community of makers, shops, and restaurants.
The most surprising and impressive art display was the Andy Warhol art exhibit we stumbled upon. There were 3 larger than life paintings from his Last Supper collection. (We weren’t allowed to take pictures – but I did find this pic online.)
And of course, no trip to Marfa is complete without making a stop at the Prada.
We spent a little time in Alpine. Mainly in the form of treasure hunting at a nearby antique shop.
Our last stop was Marathon, Texas. With a population of less than 500, blink and you may miss it. It was so incredibly charming, and home to the Gage Hotel. As soon as I got there I was mentally booking my next trip.
Overall I’d say the whole 30th birthday thing was a success! Love surrounded me from friends and family near and far, and I got to spend time with that one person that knows me more than anyone else (besides God I guess) and still loves me (yes, he must be a saint!).
Hope you enjoyed a few of the many pictures from our West Texas adventure! Happy Friday! xo