My mother used to tell me that she’d saved thousands of dollars in therapy simply by driving her convertible on lovely days. After spinning my wheels through the Hill Country on a recent glorious weekday, I think I finally know what she’s talking about. The drive to San Saba is beautiful, but the place as a destination makes the trip a real treat.
When I reached San Saba, I knew I had picked the perfect getaway spot from the hustle and bustle of city life. The main street looked like it came right off a western movie set: tractors and pickups shared the road; stores with colorful facades boasted inviting names like SugarBaker’s, Harry’s Department Store, or the Little Variety Store; and barrels overflowed with colorful flowers. Storekeepers chatted across the street to one another, and everyone greeted me, an obvious newcomer, with a smile and a big hello. I stood out like a sore thumb but was invited to share in the life of San Saba without hesitation. I made fast friends with Elsie Millican, a native of San Saba who took me on a town tour.
“You might be nervous to be in the car with me driving,” Millican told me. “I’m ninety!” Millican took me straight to the San Saba County Historical Museum, which was closed for the season, but of course, she had the key. The museum is set up like an old town—a