The only remarkable thing about her house is that it sits behind and slightly below a large concrete platform. The giant slab was designed to be the foundation for the house itself but her Mexican mason, the area's best, got confused while she was off guiding a river trip and started building the walls on cement poured for the patio. With cinder blocks already stacked three-feet high and the sheriff threatening to enforce the mason's 30 mile visa...
"But I am 30 miles from the border," she said.
"No, you're 32."
"Well there ain't nothin' in those two miles but desert."
"Tell you what. I won't stop by for coffee for two weeks. Tell your guy to hurry up."
...she had little choice but to accept a house in the wrong place. So there she and her husband live, renting out canoes and letting strangers camp in their scruffy little yard.
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