YOU FIND MORE THAN BARBECUE and red clay as you angle through East Texas on U.S. 79 and Texas Highway 43. There’s European art, Sicilian donkeys, dusty pioneer trails, and gothic swamp things. Strangest of all, my wife and I realized that as you go north, you’re heading into the Deep South.Actually, the drive begins in the Old West. Take Interstate 35 north from Austin fifteen miles to Round Rock. To see how the city got its name, exit on Sam Bass Road, go about half a mile, and take a left on Chisholm Trail Road for another half mile. At the low-water crossing of Brushy Creek, to your left, is the large, relatively round rock (it’s more like a pitted, anvil-shaped boulder) that pioneers and cattle drivers used in the mid-1800’s as a guide for crossing the creek. Go back to Sam Bass and turn left for a little more history: Another half mile down is the Round Rock Cemetery. In the northwest corner, next to the unmarked slave graves, is the final resting place of Sam Bass, the bank robber who met his end in 1878 and took a deputy sheriff with him.

Now that you know Round Rock wasn’t always new subdivisions and strip malls, head east on 79 past the light brown housing developments with light brown roofs peeking over light brown fences, and then the bright new Dell Diamond, the home of the Round Rock Express, the Houston Astros’ AA farm team. Then, suddenly, after the dense commerce of Round Rock, you’re in the flat, dark, wide-open farmland of Central Texas. Four miles down the road lies Hutto, known for its high school mascot, the hippo. Make a left on East Street and you’ll come upon a concrete hippo, its mouth agape.

Taylor, ten miles past Hutto, is barbecueville, especially as 79 (stay on the business route) becomes Second Street downtown. The most famous place is giant, smoke-stained Louie Mueller’s, which has been here since the forties. But if you want a time warp, head to the Taylor Café (turn right at the light for Texas Highway 95, but hug the curb). The cafe, which opened in 1948, sits at the end of an entire block of boarded-up businesses; open the torn screen door and enter another era, when barbecue wasn’t served “family style” but with a beer. The counter splits the room in two, and the lunchtime crowd is self-segregated, as it has been since the old days: blacks on the far side, whites and Latinos on the near. There are no menus, and the various kinds of sandwiches and plates offered (brisket, sausage, ribs, as well as meat by the pound) are written on butcher paper tacked to the dark, aged walls.

Back on 79, around Thorndale, the terrain starts to roll a little, like a blanket. Ten miles down the road, in the middle of Rockdale, stop at No Teeth Barbecue. Wallace Brandyburg used to sell his brisket, pork ribs, chicken, and sausage under a tree by the side of the road, but in 1999 he moved inside. Be sure to ask for some of his homemade habanero, jalapeño, and cayenne hot sauce, which will make your mouth work at a different speed.

Just south of Gause, look on your left for a large Brahman bull on a post high in the air. Arnold “Pee Wee” Kornegay, the owner of the 7K Bar Ranch, has been breeding the majestic, fearsome beasts for 28 years, but in the next meadow over are his miniature Sicilian donkeys, which are as cute an animal as you will ever see—that is, if you like small, playful things with big eyes and ears. Miniature donkeys are initially shy, but within moments they come up to you, nudging you and demanding to be petted. Kornegay sells them for anywhere from $300 to $2,000 a head.

After you cross the Brazos River and the terrain flattens out again, you’ll come to Hearne. Follow the signs for downtown, which is cheerier than that of other sleepy, half-dying small towns—many of the buildings are painted bright colors, and it feels like you’re on a movie set. If you take a left onto Texas Highway 485 and go a mile, you’ll see a rusty water tower to your left. It’s all that remains of Camp Hearne, a World War II German POW camp that once held almost five thousand prisoners. After the war, most of it was torn down, and the area grew over with weeds and poison ivy.

Jewett is an odd little town: one short line of old buildings and antiques shops, with a small museum and a lively flea market on the second weekend of every month. Vendors sell everything from tomato plants and emu oil to Boston terrier puppies. “I’ll be back tomorrow,” said a man eyeing the habanero peppers. “My wife gets out of prison tonight.” We didn’t get to eat at Anthony’s, Jewett’s only restaurant (it’s on 79 on the south side of town), but locals swear by the all-you-can-eat quail on Monday nights and the seafood buffet on Fridays.

We screeched to a halt on the outskirts of Buffalo at the sight of Sandi’s Book Nook, the only bookstore we saw on our trip. Even odder were the eight empty equipment trailers lined up in the parking lot. Owner Sandi Guinn sells fiction, mysteries, and westerns along with a lot of Christian books, and when we asked about the trailers, she told us that the 1997 boom in the area (it sits on top of one of the largest natural-gas fields in the country) had gone bust in the wake of September 11, the fall of Enron, and a warmer-than-normal winter in the northeast. The trailers were a vestige of those good times, when workers crowded the fields and tankers clogged the roads.

Around Palestine (pronounced “Palace-teen”) you start to notice certain changes: The dirt gets redder and the trees get pinier. Follow the signs for beautiful downtown Palestine—you have to go east on U.S. 84—to see the courthouse dome, which looks like something out of Eastern Europe, not East Texas. If you stay on 84 for four more miles, you’ll come to the Texas State Railroad, a cool little train with two old steam locomotives pulling bright red coaches through the Texas State Railroad State Park, which sits between Palestine and Rusk. At fifty feet wide in some places, it’s the narrowest park in Texas, and the fifty-mile round-trip takes four hours.

Back on 79, tune in to 1400 KEBE-AM, a great station that plays old country music—”A little bit of fifties and sixties, a lot of seventies and eighties”—and when you get to Jacksonville, take a right on Main Street and stop at Sadler’s, probably the best restaurant on the trip. As you sit under photos of hometown girl Lee Ann Womack and other country stars (they come for the rodeo every July), feast on the delicious homemade soups, vegetable dishes, lasagna, and pies.

Beware: Many counties in East Texas are dry, including Rusk County, home to our next stop, Henderson. So we drove the eighteen miles to Kilgore for a six-pack and then drove back to Henderson to whoop it up at a Holiday Inn Express (the local motels were pretty run-down). The next morning, we visited the pretty, old downtown, where we found Brenda’s, a fragrant store selling hip, brightly colored “shabby chic” clothes, as well as cappuccino and espresso. Then we went back down Main Street, turned left at High Street, and drove three blocks to the well-thought-out Depot Museum, which shows the history of the area, from the Indians through the thirties oil boom.

From Henderson, take 43 north to Marshall. Tune the radio to 1470 KWRD-AM, another old country station. (A little Hank Williams is better than none at all, even if you get a lot of Kenny Rogers.) As we crossed over Interstate 20, I thought how those people speeding to Dallas or Shreveport couldn’t imagine taking their time on these little roads, just as now, poking along, I couldn’t conceive of zooming down the interstate. We were, as John Anderson sang, “Swingin’.”

The first stop in Marshall, which was a Confederate power center in the Civil War, is Wiley College, the oldest black university west of the Mississippi (it was established in 1873). As you pull into town, take a left on Rosborough Road and go about a mile to the small campus of red-brick buildings. Back on 43, take a right on Texas Highway 31 and go east three miles to Marshall Pottery, the largest potterymaker in the country. Outside are thousands of red-clay terra-cotta pots and garden trinkets—all inexpensive—and the warehouse has probably a million more.

Return to 43 and go left on East Houston Street to see the beautiful domed courthouse. A block north of the square is perhaps the most out-of-place museum in Texas, the Michelson Museum of Art, a serene little oasis of Impressionism, Expressionism, and just plain great art. Leo Michelson was born in Latvia in 1887 and learned to paint in Berlin and Paris in the time of Cézanne and Picasso; at his death, in 1978, he was world renowned. His wife, Janine, looking for a small town to locate his collection, heard about Marshall from Dallas collector Wendy Reves. The Michelson was eventually established in 1985 with a collection of more than one thousand pieces. It also features paintings and sculptures from the massive Kronenberg Collection as well as African masks donated by Jay Ward, the creator of The Bullwinkle Show.

For the last leg of the trip, we left 43 and went the way of the stagecoach: the old sunken road to Karnack. On the northeastern outskirts of Marshall, take Loop 390 north for a mile and take a right on County Road 2116 (Harris Lake Road). In two miles the pavement ends and the road becomes dirt, narrow and deeply worn into the earth. Soon you’re driving fifteen feet down, with pine trees above you and red clay and tree roots alongside. It’s easy to imagine robbers and vagabonds hiding in the woods, but we didn’t see a soul for the whole seven miles. Toward the end, you take the right fork and come out on 43. About half a mile up the road, look on your right for a large white house with a big lawn and a sign that reads “No Cameras Beyond This Point.” Lady Bird Johnson (née Claudia Taylor) was born here, but the current residents don’t abide visitors.

Five miles down the road is Caddo Lake, the only natural lake in Texas, a swampy, moss-covered, darkly beautiful place full of rednecks, urban refugees, and swamp rats living on their own terms. In other words, it’s like Terlingua with alligators. But be certain to stop in Uncertain before you get there. You can go to the Caddo Lake State Park, 480 acres of hiking trails, cabins, and boat ramps. Stop at Caddo Grocery and talk to Betty Holder, who also happens to be Uncertain’s mayor. She’ll set you up with a tour of the lake. You won’t get finer catfish—or jalapeño hushpuppies—than at the Big Pines Lodge, in Karnack, one mile past the state park. Bayou Landing serves Cajun fare, including alligator and crawfish.

There are a bunch of bed-and-breakfasts and lodges in the area, and you should make reservations before arriving—Caddo Lake is getting popular. The oldest B&B is Selah Timberwild, a mile from the park, a clean, cozy cabin surrounded by woods and run by Pete and Dorothy Grant, who will gladly share the local lore. If you want to stay by the water, call True and Lady Margaret Redd, whose Cypress Moon cottage is within alligator distance of the lake. True, a former Dallas photographer, gives photo workshops out of his home, the front yard of which can be seen in the movie Southern Comfort. Drifting off to sleep under the tall cypress trees, you’ll realize just how deep in the South you really are.


Anthony’s, 515 US 79 South, Jewett; 903-626-6606

Bayou Landing, 300 Cypress Dr, Uncertain; 903-789-3394; closed Mon and Tues

Big Pines Lodge, 747 Pine Island Rd, Karnack; 903-679-3466; closed Mon and Tues

Brenda’s, 110 E Main, Henderson; 903-657-9659; closed Sun

Caddo Grocery and Lake Tours, 318 Cypress Dr, Uncertain; 903-789-3495

Caddo Lake State Park, on FM 2198 off Texas Hwy 43, Karnack; 903-679-3351; $2, children under 13 free

Cypress Moon, 560 Private Rd 2422, Uncertain; 903-679-3154; double room $110

Depot Museum, 514 N High, Henderson; 903-657-4303; closed Sun; $2, children under 12 free

Holiday Inn Express, 905 US 79 North, Henderson; 903-657-8789; double room $79

Louie Mueller’s, 206 W Second, Taylor; 512-352-6206; closed Sun

Marshall Pottery, 4901 Elysian Fields, Marshall; 903-927-5400

Michelson Museum of Art, 216 N Bolivar, Marshall; 903-935-9480; closed Mon

No Teeth Barbecue, 1012 W Cameron Ave, Rockdale; 512-446-7024

Sadler’s, 221 S Main, Jacksonville; 903-589-0866; closed Mon

Sandi’s Book Nook, 2406 US 79, Buffalo; 903-322-1207; closed Sun and Mon

Selah Timberwild, 17670 Farm Rd 134, Karnack; 903-679-3988; $100 a night; no credit cards

7K Bar Ranch, 12231 US 79 East, Gause; 979-279-2528

Taylor Café, 101 N Main, Taylor; 512-352-8475

Texas State Railroad, Texas State Railroad State Park, on Texas Park Rd 70 off US 84, Palestine; 903-683-2561; round-trip $15, children under 13 $9