New Years’ morning while I ate breakfast, Chico practiced his down-stay in the adjoining lobby. He could see me, so it was easy for him to extend duration. A nice man at breakfast suggested that in addition to seeing Big Bend National Park, we ought to drive what’s called The River Road – a road paralleling the Rio Grande River.
It’s drier than heck out there, but when it rains,
After that, we headed for the Terlingua Ghostown and the Annual New Year’s Day Black-eyed Pea Cook-Off. There were a lot of people, and dogs, and public beer drinking – I elected to leave Chico in the (open) car in his known-and-loved crate – not a place and time where I wanted to manage my dog (and perhaps someone else’s). By the time I had a bowl of the different peas (all mixed together, yummy but not leaving much opportunity to decide if one was best) – it was 3:30 and we were 100 miles from “home.” So, Big Bend National Park had to wait until the next day.
The next day, after a coloche for breakfast (it looked like a giant pig-in-a-blanket to me, but it’s a regional delicacy, here’s a picture of one from another blogger), we headed out again. I looked at a lot of beautiful places:
Big Bend is pretty far from almost everywhere else in this country, but if one has a chance to go see it, even with a one-day drive-through like Chico and I did (a few days hiking would be great – though NOT dog friendly, like many national and state parks, dogs are allowed on paved roads and in parking/picnic areas only), I say do it.
Distances of a hundred miles are nothing on the Texas scale of things, so driving back to my hotel, feeding and walking Chico and driving twenty-fives miles to Marfa to eat at a recommended restaurant, Cochineal, seemed perfectly sensible and I did it. And it was worth doing. What a yummy, well presented meal.