Friends

One day in Williamsburg, I was in Maria's Restaurant at the same time as Rex and we struck up a conversation. I'd passed his house several times on my way between Albuquerque and Deming and the Mercedes 220 had caught my attention. He invited me to stop by anytime.

After retiring from teaching at a university, he'd taken up ranching. Eventually he'd succumbed to the drought but manages  to get by.

With Blue Dawg

Robin dated his son and during that time they'd become friends. Tired of living in the Northwest, she rented out her house and moved down to help out around the "ranch."

Their house is the only one on highway one between T or C and Socorro. They've shouldered the responsibility of assuring lost Easterners that T or C is just down the road, Socorro DOES exist and there's a freeway access ramp not too far in either direction. They've even saved a few as more than one foolhardy hiker has shown up without enough water.