I've been caught having some major desert daydreams lately. I'm completely unsure of the cause, but there's something itching in me to go out west to the dry, hot and barren.
There's something about Marfa, TX that just seems like a distant planet in our own backyard.
There's a feeling of old world ghost-town, but with a smidgen of Brooklyn-hipster, and topped with a good-humor hat. It seems like the perfect destination for a road trip with friends.
Of course, those are the type of trips that make you never want to return, so maybe it's best to just put this one off for a while.