if It's Good Friday We Must be in Marfa

Marfa, aka Internet Twilight Zone, was yesterday's destination. We were pumped after finding "El Cosmico" on the internet as a possible lodging location, featuring restored 50's trailers and a campground. The Internet writeup promised a lot. El did not deliver. We arrived, hot, tired and dusty, and informed due to a huge Sunday night concert (this was Friday) we would be charged $50 to camp in a treeless field with garden hose shower facility.

Yep. Prada. Artistic display before entering Marfa. A creative comment on the Marfa Mindset.

Uh-huh.
We left and found a motel featuring mostly Harley riders, air conditioning and an ambivalence towards our tandem that was much more inviting. For $65.
Cruised around town in the twilight, paid way too much for a really good meal involving wild salmon breaded in pistachio nuts, and slept soundly until pre sunup when apparently all good Harleys like to get moving.
Chomping on breakfast burritos at Maria's, a thoroughly Mexican living room/restaurant, I met a beautiful twosome also in search of breakfast. "In town for the concert?" I asked.
"Yes," they replied.
"Camping at El Cosmico?"
"Yes."
"How much?"
$40 for four tents on a site."
Insert expletive.
We didn't fit the El Cosmico profile.
I guess.
Google the outfit. Read it and disbelieve.
Oh yeah, this is also home to the Marfa Lights. The official lookout, an elaborate memorial to somebody important, was eight miles out from our Harley sanctuary and too dangerous to ride after dark

Wildfire results. We arrived post-burn.

Only Marfa place that told it like it is.

Yep, Biker Betty does Marfa Lights.

.Next post: La Loma del Chivo
Much better. I promise.