Long story, shortened: we got his car taken care of and they went on their way.
Her family lives in AZ and they moved to be closer to her family so they had driven to Syracuse, filled the U-Haul and were headed to Phoenix.
It turns out that Ken grew up in Syracuse, NY and met his wife while he was in the Army. In a stroke of Christian love, I decided I would drive him back to the auto parts store in Santa Rosa. He called around to some parts stores, but nobody was open/had the part/would deliver. One look and it was easy to tell his passenger’s side front brake was toast. Nothing to be done about it at that time, so I wandered back over to where the guy was working on his car. Sure enough, it looked like the axle was broken. Once their car was in the air, I walked over to the trailer and took a look. I grabbed my jack and headed over when I asked about her comment regarding us having problems and she pointed to the Shack and said, “the way the axle broke, that’s tough out here.” It turns out she wanted to borrow our jack because her husband was working on their brakes (the squeaking/grinding car) and the jack he had didn’t go high enough. I was awakened by a young woman who walked up to the Cabin and said, “We’re moving from NY and it looks like you’re having problems too.” Wait, what? From NY? Gonna have to find a better opening line than that I’m from NY and cynical of any stranger who just walks up and starts talking. I told Kamille that I was glad that wasn’t my car and that we should have clear sailing from there out, then I promptly closed my eyes and nodded off. After eating, all three of us settled down for a siesta in the Cabin, when we heard the most gosh-awful squeaking/grinding noise out in the lot and I saw a blue SUV towing a U-Haul drive by. We parked the vehicles, hopped into the Cabin and made sandwiches. After we were no longer in range, we kept traveling west when lunch time came upon us (strange how those things sneak up, isn’t it?) and we pulled into the rest area near Santa Rosa, NM. It seems we were over heard by a local, who proceeded to join us on the air and shared with us some of the local lore and points of interest surrounding Tucumcari, NM. We were travelling across New Mexico and chatting on ham radio (imagine that), when Kamille made the announcement that we were in “civilization” because there was a sign for a Sonic Drive-In.
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