I grew up in the area, which is very remote and sparsely populated, so keeping up with local gossip is easy. When I found out the ghost town was for sale and being turned into tracks, there was something in me that couldn't let it go. This area has one of the largest mercury mining areas in the world; it's a very important part of our history.
When the ghost town came up for sale, I didn't have any money, but I had some friends in Houston. They were business associates, and we were gonna form a partnership and buy it together. I could tell they were going to be the money folks, and I was going to be the guy on the ground doing the work. So, the sale wasn't working out the way I wanted it to.
I was starting to get reluctant about my decision, and the man who was selling the property told me I needed to make up my mind because there was another buyer.
I confided in my father who has bought land in Big Bend, Texas for forever. My father, who never really thought I could make good decisions, started out by saying, "Have you lost your mind?" And I was expecting that, but what I didn't expect was what he said after, "What the hell is wrong with you? I've been trying to buy that place."
My father and I had been bidding against each other. We called the gentleman, who was a character, and we told him we both want to buy that place. He just died laughing, and he said, "I was wondering when you were going to figure it out."
We went and drove around the ghost town and talked. My father and the man who was selling the property talked about everything except for the ghost town. When we got back, my dad pulled out a pencil, and the two of them wrote a contract on the hood of my dad's car. Then they drove the car to Alpine, Texas for an attorney, and, in a few days, my daddy and I owned a ghost town.