These were good recommendations. The scenery was dramatic, with good views both of the Rio Grande running between the two countries and high cliffs on both sides of the road
We stopped to look at some of the flowers more closely
Eventually, the land flattened out as we drove into the border town of Presidio, where we thought of stopping for lunch, but seeing nothing that appealed we just turned north toward Marfa. Marfa is a cute little town with some historic buildings, such as this hotel, movie theater and church
We paused for lunch at Comida Futura, which sounded as if it might be pretty good but late in the lunch hour they had just plain run out of many of their dishes.
After lunch, we explored the Presidio County Courthouse, which had been lovingly renovated.
Some of the fine little details included the tin ceiling inside an office, this wonderful hinge and stairpost
I have argued in several state courts in Texas, but none of the courtrooms had been as nice as this one.
The judge was not there – in fact, he rides circuit in several rural counties and is in Marfa only a few times each month
A clerk suggested that we should also take a look at the courthouse in Fort Davis, which, she suggested, as even fancier. Here then is the Jeff Davis County Courthouse:
Here it was the courtroom itself that had a tin ceiling
We spent the afternoon with our hosts, my Reed College classmate Dedie and her husband Lonn and Dedie who then brought us back to Marfa for dinner at Cochineal. Fairly small place; the dishes that stood out for me were the artichoke hearts with ravioli and the rack of lamb.
We had to leave for the Midland Odessa Airport by late the following morning, but first we took a short walking tour of Fort Davis, past the edge of the Davis Mountains State Park
and into Fort Davis itself, a fort that had no stockaded walls and, apparently, never had a protective wall.
On the way back, we passed this house which I gather is one of the oldest in Ft. Davis
The drive to the airport was fun for the first half hour or so, as we passed through the edge of the Davis Mountains; then the land became flat, flat, flat. This was the Texas oil country we have heard about, the monotony of the landscape broken up only by oil wells, some of which were pumping and others shooting flames into the sky.
As we got within an hour of the airport, the rain picked up and became truly torrential, with huge ponds of water forming along the roadside. At the airport, we learned that Midland was getting more than its normal annual allotment of rain in this week alone. Happily, the precipitation had subsided by the time of our departure, and we had an easy flight home,