Locals told us the Reese River spawned a local corporation. In the 1860's a group of enterprising fellows established the Reese River Navigation Company and sold stock to eastern rubes. The investors didn't know the river was only six feet wide. When it contained water, that is. Alas, the story seems to be a tall tale for the entertainment of today's rubes. It sure entertained us. Us being my son Alastair and I. We spent three nights in Austin as he made his way across Nevada's emptiness, the penultimate stage on his walk across America for a charity.
We were immensely fortunate to arrive in town on a day when Austin was having a Wine Walk and Dinner at Stokes' Castle as part of a sesquicentennial. The castle is actually a mock Italian tower. A railroad tycoon named Stokes built it on a hill above town, lived in it for a few months, then left.
The castle was a bit of a disappointment but we enjoyed our meal and company. And the sunset from up there was one of the most gorgeous I've ever seen. Hat's off to Austin!