Dripping Springs, Texas
· Small Town Locals
Ask a local how to say it and they'll grin: Drip'in Sprangs. That's the first thing to know about Dripping Springs — the people here are in on their own joke, and they're happy to teach it to you.
This is the Gateway to the Hill Country: limestone, live oaks, and Mercer Street, where the old storefronts still look like they did when the stagecoach came through. On Mercer you'll find the dance hall, and the dance hall is the town's living room — boots on a wood floor, a two-step everybody knows, and a night that runs as long as the band does.
These days there are wedding barns and distilleries out on the edge of town. The middle of town is the same as it's always been: small, friendly, and set on staying that way.
Your turn
The comments are open — post your Dripping Springs below:
- Your dance hall song — the one that gets you on the floor
- How you say the name, and who taught you
- The Mercer Street storefront that means the most to you
Locals, homesick locals, and anyone who visited once and never quite got over it — all of you. The best stories will find their way into the future stories we tell here.
The pieces we made for Dripping Springs live in the Dripping Springs collection — souvenirs of the story, not the other way around.
