Thursday we drove from Ft. Davis, through Alpine, where we stocked up on propane and fuel, and on down to the strange, cool town of Terlingua. It is outside the western entry side of Big Bend National Park.
This was our lunch stop on the road down from Alpine. We just pulled off the shoulder onto a gravel ditch. At mid-day there was about one car every five minutes as we ate.
In Terlingua we are staying at BJ's RV Park.
Our first thought was, oh no, it's just a gravel lot. Which it is! But it's a great place. The owners are Bud and Irene, probably oh 50-ish, and very laid back and friendly. Which describes everyone here. It's a small park. Last night night everyone met up for a fish fry by the fire ring. Bring a dish to pass, chow down and sit around. The people building a house out of odd stuff next door are musicians, as is one woman here in the park. They got out the guitars and entertained us with country songs, and we all had a great time.
This is the view out the back of the park. There are many many folks living around this area in minimalist fashion, and often an old school bus is parked (permanently) next to the dwelling. Or an old RV. From what it appears, the vehicle is their starter home, and eventually they build something.
I'll have more to write about Terlingua as I sort through the photos of the past two days.
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