What was supposed to be a night of camping in Marfa was a night in Alpine at the Maverick Inn. And what was supposed to be an early morning of driving was altered by an ice storm. So Travis and I passed the time - we ate two pizzas and I drank a large coffee and we walked through someone's side lot to marvel at the frozen desert plants. We combined our stubborn natures and decided we weren't going to give up on the idea of our drive to Big Bend. So we got in the car, drove three hours on black ice and ended up in Big Bend where we celebrated the last day of this year. An incredible one at that.
