The road to Marfa feels like a story.
You start in a city. The skyline fades. The horizon gets bigger. Then the desert opens like a stage, and the highway turns into a slow, wide ribbon.
You keep going. The radio drifts out. The sky grows taller. You roll the windows down and breathe air that smells like sun and dust.
That is when you know you are close.
Getting to Marfa takes effort. It takes time. It is worth every mile.