Monday, December 28, 2009

Ozona, Texas



by Ben Small








Man, Texas is long, oh so very long. Eight hundred eighty miles via I-10, and it seems as if most of it is West Texas, the largest patch of nothingness my wife and I have ever seen. And we live in the Arizona desert.


But seriously, there’s nothing out in West Texas. Well, okay, let me qualify this statement: There are oil and natural gas wells... and deer. Judging from sights and my conversations with locals, a whole lotta deer.


We made the mistake of stopping for the night in Ozona, a flat, squat postage stamp of a town known mostly for its deer. We didn't have much choice: Deer carcasses littered the interstate through Ozona like bodies laid to waste in a Quentin Tarantino movie. I felt like our car was dodging and weaving through a high speed video game. And what a place to stop: Even the name “Ozona” conjures up images most people want to avoid: bad air, coughing, wheezing, dizziness, a headache.


Hmm… maybe that’s why nobody’s there. Not much chance of a second honeymoon, for sure.


But Ozona does have a Holiday Inn Express. And so we stopped, puzzled perhaps why anybody would put a Holiday Inn Express in Ozona, Texas.


Good luck finding food in Ozona. But if you’re a deer and you somehow avoided being squashed on the interstate, you’re in luck. Across the street from the Holiday Inn Express is a deer food manufacturing operation. A big 'un. Bags of deer corn, blocks of deer food, salt licks, sort of a deer smorgasbord. You can buy deer food everywhere: at Godfather’s Pizza, at the local drugstore – heck, they probably sell the stuff on the street, a sawhorse and a sign. But people-food is a trickier proposition, especially when one arrives at 9:30 P.M.


Starved from six hundred miles of interstate, we watched in horror as Sonic Burger turned off its sign. We asked, and the Holiday Inn Express recommended a café next door to the deer food factory. The café turned off its lights as we entered the parking lot.


My wife hates pizza, only eats my favorite food when nothing else is available. In Ozona, Texas that evening, Godfather’s Pizza was the only option around. But they turned off their stoves just before we arrived. Nothing in the plastic slice stacks, grill doors open. We had a choice: hamburgers cooked on a grease-streaked grill, a burrito that looked like it had been rolled in 1875 when Crockett County -- yes, named after that Crockett -- was founded, or microwave meals for carry-out.


I opted for the burrito and my wife chose the hamburger, sans the moldy cheese. We should have chosen our room’s microwave.


My burrito was cold and stiff. The grease had hardened to sludge. Every bite was a testament to my courage. The hamburger was served on a bun, or what resembled a bun. A bun so hard I could have used it as a paddle-ball racquet. A bun so hard not even the running grease on the green slab of beef softened it.


Needless to say, Rick Steves will not be writing a tour book of Ozona any time soon.


But we did learn something: Ozona, Texas is the deer hunting capital of the world. Landowners here rent their land for that purpose. There’s a deer stand store that covers an entire town block. Cool stuff, hard polyurethane igloos on thirty foot stands and about every kind of camouflaged tent, stand, blind and sleeping bag imaginable. Our troops would be well served with some of this stuff. The drugstore manager was proud: She said blood-thirsty deer hunters come for stuff or to kill from all over the world.


Well, good for them. But I hope they eat what they kill or bring their own food.  There’s not enough Ex-Lax in the drugstore to risk a meal in Ozona.


Well, I guess I won’t be selling many books in Ozona, Texas, huh...?





5 comments:

Beth Terrell said...

Vending machines, my friend. At times, they are the traveler's salvation.

Amanda said...

I happen to live in Ozona, Texas. I also happen to love it. It's an amazing little town with good-natured people that wave to you and say hello. There are really good restuarants that keep NORMAL SMALL TOWN business hours. If you don't like Ozona or Texas then perhaps you should plan a route that doesn't involve it. Next time you decide to write something ugly about a place you might think of giving them another try when you aren't exhausted from driving and it isn't the middle of the night. Also, Texas happens to be very proud of our wildlife.

Ben Small said...

Amanda, I'm sure Ozona has its fans, and I know it has deer. The deer -- crossing the highway herd-like seemingly -- are why we stopped in Ozona. We liked everyone we met, but we were tired, hungry and had oh so far to go. Trust me, if I ever need a deer stand, I truly know where I'm going. I've never seen a sporting goods store with so much outdoor inventory, as I did in Ozona. I live in a rural community, too, and I also enjoy my neighbors. I'm sorry if you took my post as an insult to Ozona. That was not my intent. Rather, I wanted to express my frustration with a long, tedious drive and the strange places one encounters. (By "strange" -- lest there be any doubt -- I mean different from one's expectations, right or wrong.) :)

marthanoah1 said...

I live in Ozona been here for a long time and I love it here. In all actuality; Ozona means clean air! if u come through our town after 9 pm u can still get something hot and freshly cooked but u have to go to the truck, stop which is 6 miles east of town it stays open till midnight and the convenience store is open 24/7 and will cook fresh burgers for u. the ppl here r nice and helpful, if u had told the girl at the front desk she probably wud have went home and fixed u something to eat...I know all the girls who work at the Holiday Inn and they r good ppl. it never hurts to ask for help wen everything was closed u shud have asked the desk clerk and she cud have directed u to the truck stop...happy traveling! u know wen u r almost out of gas or super sleepy u r glad to see our lil postage stamp of a town on that long and lonely highway!! :)

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