While in Terlingua, we had planned to go have a beer or four on "The Porch" which is one of the things one does there. Sit and visit and watch the sun set on the Chisos. We didn't expect it to be so mobbed that there was not even a spot to sit.
So instead of sitting, we took our beers and wandered off to look for ghosts in the ghost town.
Adobe ruins from the mining heyday.
There are sure to be ghosts in the cemetary.
The Chisos in the background.
A family of Milans, including children.
I wonder about some of the stories.
The sun is beginning to set on the Chisos.
Terlingua is being reincarnated as an artist colony.
The End.
