Nobody Finds This One by Accident
You have wanted a place where nobody gets a vote on what you do, and every parcel you priced with a road to the door came in higher than you were willing to go. This is the other kind of ground.
Ten acres of rock and brush that steps down off a cliff into a bowl, with a dry creek bed running out front and land shelves stacked like stairs on the east side. Pitch a tent on one of those shelves, climb the rock for a view over the canyon, and go a whole weekend without hearing an engine. The fella who walked it for us said it would suit somebody who wants to climb, think, or just be left alone, and after the hike in, that tracks.
It sits north of Sierra Blanca, about an hour and twenty minutes east of El Paso. In December 1881 the Texas and Pacific and the Southern Pacific finally met just southeast of town to close the country's second transcontinental line, and Jay Gould drove a silver spike to mark it. Big things have happened out here in the middle of nothing before.
Now the part you need to hear: there is no road to this one. A creek bed cuts off the west approach and a gated cliff sits a quarter mile east, so getting here means a capable four-wheel drive to the nearest track and then boots (the isolation is already priced in, which is the only fair way to sell it).
Some ground you buy to build on. This is ground you buy because there is one place on earth nobody can find you, and now it has your name on it.