On the Road Again—Piney Woods

Lufkin to Nacogdoches to San Augustine to Zavalla to Diboll to Lufkin.
On the Road Again—Piney Woods

There’s a buddhist parable in which several blind men argue about the appearance of an elephant after each has touched a different extremity. I imagine that early travelers to the vast area we now call Texas must have brought back similarly varied reports of their explorations, and today their ghosts might recommend that a prudent visitor pack both a wet suit and body armor. That said, a large part of the surface of our state is, like the skin of an elephant, a rough expanse of grayish brown, so the sheltering forests and sluggish creeks of the east are an unexpected sight. Though this region plays an integral part in the history of Texas, its cultural bequest is much more Southern than Western. Here, people whose ancestors fought the first battles for Texas’s independence live in swamps and eat squash, just like the indigenous Caddo Indians their forefathers disdained.

Today’s journey through the woods and small towns of deep East Texas will follow some of the Texas Forest Trail, a 780-mile loop of highways that takes in most of the region’s cities. Starting out from Lufkin, I head north on U.S. 59. Although the road runs from Laredo to Texarkana, I set my sights on reaching Nacogdoches, only 19 miles away.

Today the traffic is moving smoothly along this stretch of highway that swoops up and down, a gentle roller coaster of green hills. A brittle frieze of hardwood trees outlines a leaden gray sky. In the little town of Redland, the screen of an abandoned drive-in fills the horizon for a moment. I am taken aback at the countryside around me, since I had imagined this part of Texas to be as flat as the Panhandle. I think of northern France (something about the winter bleakness) and the Pacific Northwest, where pickups and timber trucks also rule the roads.

Five miles outside Nacogdoches, hand-painted boards advertise purple-hulled peas and sorghum at B.J.’s Farms Produce. I park under the big sign that surely features B.J. himself, plumply resplendent in overalls and glasses. Inside, jars of jam and jelly are stacked on wooden shelves, and bags of peas and beans fill several freezers. A lively woman welcomes me with a smile and tells me who made the blueberry jam I’ve picked out. She turns out to be Earline Allen, the owner’s mother. We talk for a while, and she waves good-bye from the doorway when I leave. In a few minutes, I arrive in Nacogdoches, the self-described Oldest Town in Texas, where, in 1832, the local settlers took the Mexican commandant and his men prisoner and freed East Texas from military rule.

There’s not much doing in the oldest town today. I drive across the loop road into the city center, where Yakofritz’s sandwich shop, on the courthouse square, is serving breakfast all day. As I enter, a man turns to look at me, and I am suddenly aware of my beard and long hair, today even more unkempt than usual. Feeling out of place, I walk through the long, dark, wood-paneled dining room to the counter. The restaurant’s decor brings Twin Peaks to my mind, though the many paintings of entwined hearts and smiling children soften this impression, and the staff is friendly, the food excellent, and the proprietor

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