Let’s just get one thing straight: There’s no easy way to get to Marfa. The closest airport, in El Paso, Texas, is a three-hour drive away and most airlines don’t even fly there directly. If you’re coming from New York, like I did, it’ll take longer to get to Marfa than L.A. or even Europe. Though the epic journey can be daunting, it’s part of the town’s strange, mythic appeal. You travel for 10 to 12 hours, flying halfway across the country, driving through the Chihuahuan desert, to find yourself in a little enclave with one of the unlikeliest art scenes in the U.S., if not the world.
It may have been minimalist artist Donald Judd who put Marfa on the map back in the ’70s, but this tiny town of 2,000 people has enjoyed a major resurgence in the collective consciousness in the past couple of years. Beyoncé visited with her crew, a sleek new hotel opened, the Chinati Foundation got its first new installation in more than 10 years, and—most recently—Jill Soloway filmed the brilliant show I Love Dick there. So if you’ve got your sights set on Marfa, pull the trigger and go! Here’s what to do when you roll into town.