No services for 74 miles.
That’s what the sign tells you as you leave Marfa, Texas to drive west. Translation: You’d better have a full tank of gas. You’d better have some water. You’d better not feel anxious about seeing absolutely nothing except stunning high desert landscapes.
All that and a shoe shop too.
It was still early morning by the time I reached the midpoint of the long drive, when I zoomed past a lonesome building on my left at 75 miles per hour.
Wha? Must be a mirage. Get yourself together, Tom.
Five miles later, my curiosity gets the best of me. I do a full u-turn in the middle of a deserted highway (that was fun, I’ll admit …), and I drive back.
Yep. There’s a Prada storefront, literally in the middle of nowhere. I had to stop and take a photo. Who would believe me?
The way I figure it, the devil must shop in west Texas. He’s more comfortable than me in this kind of inferno style heat.