My kind of Marathon

Here in Austin, it seems like there’s a foot-race every weekend. 10Ks, half-marathons, and marathons – we’ve got them all. And occasionally I forget about them and get caught in the city-wide traffic jam they cause, as we did last weekend. I stopped running a while ago…now I run the other way!

And, speaking of marathons, we are meeting friends tonight to firm up the details for a trip to Marathon, and the surrounding areas, next weekend. On the motorcycles.


First stop – the historic Gage Hotel.  I’ve come here many times over the last 30 years – and it keeps getting better – if by better you mean  gone all fancy. From what I just read online,  it’s reached it’s pinnacle – since it is now the #1 Small Hotel in Texas, and being touted for it’s laid-back luxury.

I remember when it was just laid-back, a bit dusty, and outright rustic. The first time I came here alone was a spur of the moment decision on my way to Santa Fe. I know it isn’t on the way…but it called to me.  I found a phone at a filling-station, called, and asked for a room.  They had one, so I headed south through the desert. Upon arrival, I was given a tiny upstairs room with an old metal twin bed and a shared bathroom down the hall. Exactly what I wanted.


To quote Cher, “gypsies, tramps, and thieves,” and musicians, cowboys, and road-trip junkies were the kind of folk who’d come here back then for refuge; a few days spent in what remained of the Old West. They could usually be found passing time and swapping stories in the White Buffalo bar.


I’m very excited, and I’ll let you know the rest of the plans just as soon as they’re settled!

XO Donna



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