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Marfa Time! It is Peter’s spring break and we’ve decamped to Texas, where temperatures have been in the high nineties and rain is a distant memory. First, some chores: mopping floors and wiping down dust. Then, a reward for all our hard work; a splendid meal out at Cochineal. It is definitely the celebrity hotspot in town, and we noticed Feist, who was performing the following evening at the Crowley Theatre. Sadly, it was a sold out show and the Duffs were not in attendance.

Day two we really settled in. David changed the battery in his old Chevy truck, Pete got a buzz cut, and I took down and washed all the curtains. I finally entered vacation mode and have been riding my bike around town taking photos;  the first installment is above.

Winding down Marfa

In between packing up and cleaning, we crammed in two special visits before our departure early Monday morning. We have a friend in Marfa who is an entomologist specializing in dung beetles, and I’d never seen his collection. On Saturday we visit with Dave and his wife Theresa and viewed tray after tray of spectacular bugs. As Jem would say, we were geeking out.

Sunday David and I went on a short drive to the Davis mountains, where our new friends Kosta and Ganka live. They are transforming what was, honest to goodness, a survivalist’s compound (complete with chain link fencing topped with razor wire and surveillance equipment), into a light filled and welcoming little paradise. After champagne and Ganka’s homemade biscotti, we walked around the property which is filled with red rock and scrubby trees and overlooks miles of plains and plateaus. It was a magical end to our Marfa visit.

Another Thanksgiving and one year older as well

Our Colorado family (missed you Owsleys though!) arrived about 9 pm Wednesday. John brought his signature chile and we tucked into a late dinner of that as well as cornbread and margaritas.

Thursday morning David placed a lovingly brined heritage turkey in the oven, and prep work began for all the sides. We paused for some locally produced cranberry salsa and chips around noon, and at 4pm we were joined by our neighbor Jim. Feast time! Turkey, madeira ham, mashed potatoes, David’s famous gravy, stuffing, green beans and ginger, cranberry relish, biscuits with local jam (tomatoes and preserved lemons–sunshine in a jar!), mashed carrots and turnips. We toasted each other, the chef, and all those who couldn’t be present. It was glorious.

A brief pause, followed by pecan and pumpkin pie, also baked locally. Amazing…

I awakened Friday morning a whole year older. We started the day with breakfast at Cochineal. Grits, Migas, french toast, fresh squeezed orange juice and coffee strong enough to stand a spoon in. And yes, that is Luke Wilson at the table behind Laura and August (photos by Jemesii):

After breakfast we lingered in the Marfa Book Company, where I happily selected two birthday books; Frida Kahlo Her Photos and  The Importance Of Being Iceland. A little more walking/riding around town, a quick errand to return the basket the pie had been delivered in, and then lunch at The Pizza Foundation.

It was a lot chillier than it had been the previous day, and we huddled around the little gas fireplace. Amanda had brought along her wee chihuahua, Max. He was a source of fascination for those of us accustomed only to bigger canines (miss you, Buddy), and possibly one of the best little dogs in the world.

Soon it was time to eat again, and hot turkey sandwiches and margaritas were on the menu.

After dinner everyone but Jem and David bundled up for a ride out to the viewing platform for the Marfa Mystery Lights. They did not disappoint, and we were treated to a celestial show as well, under an incredibly clear night sky. The milky way was a clear as spilled milk, the constellations appeared in three dimensions (as they really are!) and there were tons of shooting stars.

Early the next morning John and Amanda (and Max) came and scooped up August and Laura for the long drive back to Colorado. Five minutes after departing, they returned for some forgotten pillows. One more hug for Aug, and they were on the road for real. Until next year.

Some parting shots of Marfa

Thanksgiving in Marfa, 2009

It has been the most wonderful week in Marfa; with nary a moment to write and an internet connection that was just way too slow even if I’d had the time. Pete and I are sitting in a hotel next to the El Paso airport (a hotel with free Wi-Fi), as a rare snowstorm is going to make travel from Marfa tomorrow morning difficult. I am sorry to miss this weather “event”, but as David had to transport us, (he is staying in Marfa with Jem for three more days), it would have meant some possibly treacherous driving for him. The upside is that I now have the time and the means to post a blog.

Where to start…family, food, fun:  all in copious amounts.  I received some amazing gifts, including a fat tire bicycle from the Owsley family, a pecan pie, and a small Rebecca Holland sculpture.  August is working on a song for my birthday and Jem is making a necklace.  Pete’s present was a piece of petrified wood.  My sister Laura came with birthday cakes for me and for Jemesii, who turned 25 on the 16th.  It was noted that I was now a half century, Jem a quarter, and Pete one eighth of a century in age.

The Thanksgiving meal was outrageous.  No one left the table hungry, and we laughed until our cheeks hurt.  It was really one of the best parties ever, and I am so glad (and honored) that much family made the long drive to join us. There was one more magic moment.  After nightfall, David called us outside to look up at the moon. It was surrounded by a large white halo: a perfect white circle ever so much like the one I imagine protecting us all.  I couldn’t help but feel this a positive omen; certainly I had received the best gift ever.  More time!

Marfa: in bits and pieces

We have had a wonderful week in Marfa.  Family, food, fun, and lots of love and laughter.  I’m a bit older than I was the last time I posted, and I have to say that the view is great from this side (the second half of the century).  Not only have I been far too busy to write, but I haven’t had a reliable internet connection.  Uploading anything takes a very long time:  hence, I am going to do a bunch of mini posts until I return to New Hampshire and a solid internet connection on Tuesday evening.

The first photo is looking up into the center of the Marfa Courthouse.  In the second image, some of my family are gathered around the splendid tin chandelier at the top.  More to follow!