Day Seven: The Road to Marfa
Driving from San Antonio to Marfa, I finally understood what people mean when they say Texas is big. It’s not just big—it’s vast, stretching endlessly in every direction. The desert is beautiful in a way that sneaks up on you, quiet and humbling.
Marfa is unlike any other place. I’d heard about it for years—the art, the food, the contrast of creativity against the stark desert landscape—but I needed to see it for myself. And it did not disappoint.
We had incredible coffee and food, each stop feeling intentional, curated, and welcoming. I even found a driving range—just a patch of gravel where I could hit balls into the open desert sky. There was something surreal about watching them disappear into the landscape.
One of my favorite coffee stops of the trip so far was The Sentinel. The southwest design, the warmth of the staff, and the way the space invited people to slow down made it a place I won’t forget.
Leaving Marfa, we set our sights on Alamogordo, New Mexico. With a great cup of coffee in hand, driving through the fading desert light, my heart felt full. The trip was unfolding in ways I hadn’t expected, and my mind was spinning with thoughts of beauty, kindness, and the joy of the open road.
