Blue prairie. Blue are the hills. Blue are the trills of a nightbird callin'.
According to my research (talking to a guy working the bar at the Hotel Limpia), they're priced comparably to properties around Austin. Well, Fort Davis is wonderful but Austin it's not.
He said he didn't think banks had many of them, if any. The owners apparently won't budge on their asking prices, so the places just sit because the owners, apparently, can afford to let 'em sit. It's sad. Fort Davis, as cool as it is, is drying up (so to speak, because drought persists) and could use some help.
Every beatin' heart beats a rhythm that is blue. And the moon has cast a blue reflection on the dew.
If the owners can afford to let their properties sit unsold, it looks to me like they could afford to come off prices some to get the properties moving.
But I don't know. I was just passing through and on vacation, not out to do real estate market research. But impressions matter. My impression is the prices I saw in a few brochures did seem as steep as Mount Livermore (8,382 feet).
So the wind while on its way, seems to cry and sigh and say: Blue, ooh, ooh ...