I kept walking around saying "WE SHOULD HAVE THE WEDDING HERE!" and Matty kept saying "NO ONE CAN GET HERE UNLESS THEY HAVE A PRIVATE PLANE."
Like 12 hours from Austin.
Like, there's no airport except a private strip where the help has to drive a jeep with severe wheel axle issues out to unlock the gate for you and where fuel trucks are kept locked up and the person with the keys is out of town and the local Sheriff asks you "do you think you have enough fuel to make it to Marfa?"
We traveled Pappy and MKR style, with no plan whatsoever and a rented jeep.
We went to Big Bend National Park:
We drove to Presidio and stopped on the set of old Western movies with old stone adobe cantinas and churches:
We toured the Ghost Town in Teralingua, sitting on the dusty, hot porch, talking to the locals:
And...some of us even crossed the border illegally:
Finding amigos along the way...
I love traveling with my parents. Growing up, my Dad always made sure we took one big family trip each year; white water rafting the Colorado River (sleeping on the banks of the Grand Canyon), a trip to Europe to visit family (beer from a vending machine?), Cabo San Lucas to see the Pacific (upside down at the Giggling Marlin - check!), horse packing in the mountains of Montana (smoking moss?).
Last night Matty was explaining to someone that "I get it from my parents"; my seat-of-the-pants ways, my unconventional desire for a Jenny Packham green sequin wedding gown.
"They're going to Panama for 10 days with no reservations, no plans, just a jeep rental" he explained.
If there's one thing that I've learned about traveling without expectations, is that they are almost always exceeded. And that living IT, instead of letting it live you, is the best way to experience life.
How else would you have memories of driving on the Autobahn at 15 years old?
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