On one memorable trip, I headed to
Austin and instead of starting out in Fallon, I began in Battle Mountain,
motoring south through the Reese River Valley, along State Route 305, another
lonely Nevada byway. According to the web, the valley has only one person per
square mile. I believe it; I didn’t see a single person, but there were quite a
few cattle grazing among the sage. It’s a pleasant, peaceful 88-mile drive.
If you like having the feeling of being alone in the world and still
have a few people around you, then Austen is the place for you. It’s one of
Nevada’s most isolated towns, but it’s still easy to find. One author put it
this way, “'Like an Easter egg hidden on a billiard table, Austin is hard not
to find. All motorists traversing U.S. Highway 50, the 'loneliest-road-in-America,' eventually have to drive down the 'main street' of
Austin, whether they want to or not.'”
History tells us that Austin began in 1862 when Will Talcott’s pony
express horse supposedly kicked over a rock laden with silver and gold.
The news
got out and the rush was on. It became the biggest stampede since the Comstock
Lode strike in 1859. In less than a year 10,000 people populated the Reese
River Mining District and eventually Austin was in the heart of it. By the time
the ore played out close to $50,000,000 worth of gold and silver had come out
the mines.
I’ve never been in Austin in June. Some day I want to go there to check
the accuracy of an article I read on the town’s name. According to the author
“there’s hardly a place in town that isn’t graced with yellow rose bushes and
they undoubtedly come from Texas,” and Austin claims to be named after Austin,
Texas. I put two and two together and came up with this possibility: “The
Yellow Rose of Texas,” a song written in 1858 may have been the inspiration for
all the roses. Perhaps one of the founding fathers was from Texas? Could be. I’ve
tried to find out for sure, but I haven’t yet...still looking.
Today, there are only 340 hardly souls living in Austin. The
last time I was there a couple gas stations, three motels, four churches and a
hardware store were still in business. The nearest supermarkets and shopping mall
are over a hundred miles away, so if you live in Austin, you better be well
organized, know how to take care of yourself, and like long drives.
I had breakfast at the
International Cafe, not bad.
The building is part metal, part wood, which is typical of the
architecture during those early mining days. They used whatever was available. The food may not be sensational, the service may not be the greatest, but the old building and it ambiance is well worth a visit.
When
I found out that there was a castle nearby, I immediately thought of knights
and moats. Well, it turned out to be not like any castle I’d ever seen. This
castle was patterned after one in Italy. Around 1896 a man named Anson P.
Stokes built what became Stokes Castle. It’s basically a square three-story
tower made of hand hewn granite stones, cemented together with rock wedging and
clay mortar. Stokes was a mine developer, railroad magnate and a banker,
probably a man with deep pockets. Stokes wanted a summer home with a view of
the Reese River Valley.
The design had a kitchen and dining room on the first
floor, a living room on the second floor, sleeping quarters on the third floor
and a battlement terrace on the roof. Each floor had a fireplace and plate
glass windows. The two top floors each had balconies. Stokes and his family
abandoned their summer home after only spending a short time there. They sold
all of their holdings and left, never to return. Stokes Castle never saw
another owner. In 2003, it was placed on the National Register of Historic
Places.
Austin's oldest church is also the oldest Catholic Church in Nevada. St. Augustine was constructed in 1868. Ringing the church bells, located in the 75-foot tower, calls for the bell ringer to go into the men’s restroom. That's where the rope is located. Odd but true.
OK, so
Austin isn’t what you call a destination, but nevertheless as long as you have
to pass through it you might as well stop and have a look around. Besides
you’ll probably be either out of gas or hungry by the time you get there. Never
can tell what you might find.
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