Anyway, my dear friend Ann (the librarian chaperone) remains one of my closest friends to this day, and after kicking cancer's butt last year, she decided it was time for a walk down memory lane. Or rather, memory ranch road. So we headed out to West Texas to see how the topography has changed. The land, it turned out, looked much the same. Dry, arid, expansive and beautiful in its own right. The towns have evolved, however, and I wanted to share a few highlights. Here is a loose look at our itinerary, and a few of our favorite stops along the way:
FRIDAY MORNING- Early departure
It was amazing to watch the day take shape as we cruised down Highway 290 through the Texas Hill Country. Almost as amazing as the cinnamon roll we had at Mahaley's Cafe in Fredericksburg. Seriously, I've thought about this cinnamon roll a LOT since this trip. I would be willing to venture that it is worth the one and a half hour drive to Fredericksburg from Austin. Fredericksburg is getting cuter, hipper, and more interesting every year. I hope to spend a whole weekend there sometime soon. And of course, eat many cinnamon rolls.
FRIDAY AFTERNOON- Arrive Alpine
Alpine, TX is an amazing little find. It's neighbor, Marfa, has gotten a lot more attention lately (more on Marfa in a minute) but I have to say that I think I may just be an Alpine girl. We stayed at The Maverick Inn which had great rooms, a killer Western decor, and a very friendly staff. Their tag line is "A Roadhouse for Wanderers" which felt really spot on.
The Maverick Inn |
After settling in, we hit the galleries and shops downtown. One of my favorites was Ivey's Emporium. The lady behind the counter put a plate of candy together for us to sample which was delicious and so hospitable. There are tons of things to look at in this store, so you kind of have to get psyched up, but I managed to get out with only one small retablo of St. Gabriel. In the adjacent store next door, I loved these wool blankets from Pendleton Woolen Mills. The whole store definitely inspired me to get my western groove on. Once the cocktail hour set in, we headed to the funky Saddle Club for drinks. They served up a delicious margarita, among other things. By 7 pm or so, the bar had gotten extremely full but the local crowd seemed super laid back and in a great mood. I could definitely pass a few lazy nights here and be just fine with it.
The Saddle Club |
SATURDAY- More Alpine and Marfa, too
The Granada Yoga Studio |
Judd's 100 Works in Mill Aluminum at The Chinati Foundation |
We spent the afternoon visiting our old stomping grounds at Cibolo Creek Ranch and wondering how in the hell we managed to get out there at all. It's literally about a 30 minute drive to the ranch road outside of Marfa (which, btw, feels kind of like the end of Earth anyway). Once you turn on the ranch road, it's easily another 20 to 30 minutes down a gravel drive until you actually reach the ranch. Bless our little librarian's heart, she did all this with 12 eighteen year old girls in her stead, years before the widespread advent of cell phones and internet (yes, I'm that old). The woman is a complete bad ass.
A view of the historic fort at Cibolo Creek Ranch |
A view of the ranch and surrounding terrain |
It was an amazing trip, and I would love to do it again soon. I'm not sure what the chances are, but it would be pretty priceless to have all twelve girls back in the saddle again, once more under the tutelage of our faithful librarian. Some experiences are better left in the past, but I definitely think this one holds many happy trails still uncharted.