I shook myself awake. Put on my wrinkled and frozen Khaki pants and revved up the car. I'm not use to mornings without coffee but I figured that this was supposed to be an adventure after all. I was not so comatose that I failed to see how beautiful the light was along the road so early in the day. As mine was the only car I saw during the entire drive between the two towns I thought nothing of stopping alongside the road, at random, to take photos like these:
The trip thru the mountains was wonderful. Forty five minutes of photo-Disney. Big ridges, raw cliffs and energetic fauna. But I was getting hungrier by the moment and beginning to fantasize about what the world would be like with a Starbuck's shop every ten miles or so. ( I would be a bad world dictator because I would mandate silly things like: There must be a good coffee shop within twenty minutes of any destination.....) But I finally pulled into Ft. Davis and started looking. If you aren't a local it sure is hard to know what your options are. This time it was dumb luck. The writing on the door said, "Nel's Coffeehouse" but a handwritten paper sign also added, "Hot Breakfast now being served". I parked the dynamic beast/car and went in with much trepidation. The first person I saw was a state trooper right out of central casting, with a Stetson hat, a big belly and a pair of black, ostrich skin boots. He nodded that authoritarian nod right when I came in the door and then settled back in to his coffee and the skinny newspaper.
Luck was on my shoulder that day. Nel's had inaugurated hot breakfast that day! And to paraphrase Ernest Hemmingway, "......and it was good."
This is what happens when the camp out is chilly and the food is delicious:
Stumbling into Nel's was dumb luck but three days later I am still congratulating myself for not judging a book by its cover. In a small town, with limited resources, it's not always possible to build the most impressive infrastructure. But believe me, if you are headed in that direction you'll have one of the best "regular guy" breakfasts that you can imagine. If you are traveling with hoity toity people be forewarned that there will be no eggs Benedict nor will there be scones.......at least not until you get to Marathon. But that is a story for another day........
All images done with the EP-2.