Returning to Rt. 24, we dropped into the gift shop across from Austinís. The tiny Post Office is on the property and they also rent cabins for $29 a night. As we browsed, we chatted with the proprietor. He seemed well traveled and had interesting stories to tell about the Native Americans who still sometimes show up out of the blue with craftwork to sell. He liked that stuff the best of all. I picked up a business card and noticed that his name was Rob Torrey. I asked if he was related to the town. Indeed, a great, great uncle who had been one of Teddy Rooseveltís Rough Riders had lived there and somehow the town ended up getting named for him. We bought a small, flat red stone with a petroglyph etched into the surface as a memento and bid Rob farewell as some other tourists came in.