Google Maps is my favorite invention. I’d sit at my desk at that last miserable job I had and take Maps vacations—find a locale and start clicking through the route I’d take to get there, look at people’s photos, and read their reviews. (For those of you clamoring to return to office culture, let’s not pretend like wasting time wasn’t a large part of being in the vacuum of the office.) Anyway, I found this little town called Terlingua. As we drew closer, we learned it was fairly renowned and I had not, in fact, discovered it. An old saloon, and a shop, art stores, ghost town ruins, and BBQ. It’s what you would expect from a failed mercury mining city that revitalized in the 70s thanks to a bunch of hippies.