I know the old man at Ramona's. He is her husband. And I know Ramona, from 35 years ago and also more recently.
Their place was the only place to get gas in that area when riding from San Diego to Mike's and beyond.
One day when separated from my riding buddies during a thunderstorm, I sat with Ramona and her husband under their "balcony". Another time they asked us in and we watch Ramona's daughter pluck the feathers from a chicken and prepare it for dinner.
God bless Ramona and her husband. They are not young and I hope they are still alive.
It sounds like you had a great trip. More power to you. Continue!