A look at the sky told us that the sunny days were about to change: thick, dark clouds gathered on the horizon. Later on, thunder rolled the middle of the night over into echoes in the mountains. When we got up to drive to Lobo the next morning, everything was much darker than usual for the time of the day. During the 15 mile drive the weather rapidly deteriorated towards a heavy storm with flood like rainfalls (which later were hugely dramatized in the tv-news).
So much for “desert”, “dust”, “cactuses”…
We sat there in the dry car waiting for a sign that the bad weather would pass … But it looked like we would be sitting there for quite a while – with nothing to read, with no crossword-puzzles … only Graceland Radio. So we drove back to the motel to check the weather report – which was totally depressing: they were predicting the next sunny day for the day after our departure to Germany. We took refuge at Chuy’s … eating verrry slowly while hopefully and pointlessly peaking outside to see if things were getting better. They were not. We spent the rest of the day educating ourselves through tv-series psychology.
The next morning we anxiously waited from 5 o’clock on at the window of our motel room to check on the weather. It was temporarily dry, but only when the light started to show we knew we probably would get lucky with some rays of sun … We hurried to Lobo for some more clichè musician pictures for Tony while we were waiting for the next hole in the clouds. I really needed the sun to get the one or two shots I felt were missing in “Pink Lobo”. Thankfully the cloud godess was good to me and allowed a little blue hole in the dark blanket that was the sky. Things were looking up. Eventually the hole moved towards the sun and provided the necessary light to finish what I had started. Then we were ready to pack. That night we did not prolong our stay – and the next morning we left for Marfa.
Marfa … It was to be an eye opener for me.
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