This morning ['abíní], Monday [Damóo biiskání], we had our last breakfast [abínígo da'adánígíí] at the Thunderbird and therefore our last chance to look at the miniature rugs [diyogí] while we ate. I chose my two [naaki] favorites and, after breakfast [abínígo da'adánígíí], we went over to the gift shop to purchase those things that we felt we could not leave here without. I purchased those two [naaki] miniature rugs [diyogí] as well as some small gifts for my grandchildren [atsóíké & análíké].
We then drove out (on another gorgeous, clear Arizona [Hoozdo Hahoodzo] winter [haigo] morning ['abíní]!)
along the north [náhook
s] rim drive
(also known as Navajo 64) toward Tsaile
[Tsé Biihílí],
home of Navajo Community College
[Diné bi'ólta'
hódahgoígíí].
I drove Lori through the campus, showing her the modern hogans [hooghan]
in which we lived when we taught
Upward Bound Math classes there for two [naaki] summers [sh
shgo]. I also showed her the multistoried, glass
hogan [hooghan] which houses the college administration and a Museum of Navajo Culture and History.
We would return there later in the day, but now we turned north
[Náhooks] on Navajo 12. We turned at
Lukachukai [Lók'aa'ch'égai]
and drove through the town and up toward Buffalo Pass on the road ['atiin] over the mountains [dzi
], past
many summer sheep camps and
eventually to the town of Red Rock [Tsé
ichí dah'azkáni]
and thence to Shiprock [Tsé bit'a'í]. We did not go nearly that far today.
The road ['atiin] is narrow, passing through the layers of red [ichíí] sandstone that make up the lower levels of
these mountains [dzi] and up into the lava, showing the evidence of recent volcanism in this area.
The plants [nanise'] changed greatly as we went up as well, passing from a sagebrush [ts'ah]
covered plain [halgai] through scrub oak
[chéch'il nit'izí]
into juniper [gad] and cedar [gad ni'eeii].
We decided to turn around when the road ['atiin] abruptly narrowed and snow [yas] patches were seen on the
roadside. At that time we were in a forest of piñon trees [chá'o]
growing out of the steep tufa mountainsides. We
drove back down to Lukachukai [Lók'aa'ch'égai], seeing the entire
countryside spread before us in its soft hues of pink [dinilchíí],
green [tát'id]
and gray [ibá]. In
town we wanted to visit the trading post [naalyéhí báhooghan]
that had been advertised on the newly painted
signs. It was not open and didn't look like it had been for a while. We did stop at
the store, to the great amusement of the locals. I purchased some posole (dried)
to bring home but couldn't find the right size batteries [beeni
dildlaadí biihná'nií] for my flashlight [beeni
dildlaadí]. They didn't seem to carry supplies for the high tech
varieties of flashlights [beeni dildlaadí], only the old standbys.
Lori bought a cold drink for the road ['atiin].
From Lukachukai [Lók'aa'ch'égai] we drove north
[náhooks] to the
Round Rock [Bis doot'izh deez'áhí] turnoff,
then past the town and up through very colorful mudhills
onto a high plateau.Then we took an excellent dirt road ['atiin] back through a very open grassy plain [halgai], used for grazing
sheep [dibé], and bounded by beautiful red [ichíí'] sandstone
buttes. We took the road ['atiin] as far back as we could, almost to the Cove
Mesa [Chooch dínéeshzhee'],
until it ended at a group of hooghans and corrals [dibé bighan].
We reluctantly turned around there and slowly drove back, examining each alcove for evidence of
previous habitations (finding few) and asking why we must ever leave this paradise where
time moved at a human pace. Even travelling very slowly, we were stopped twice for flocks of
sheep [dibé] crossing the road
['atiin], once with a human companion,
an elderly woman ['asdzáán], and once only with dogs
[ééch
'í]
who weren't quite sure whether they were really dogs [ééch'í]
or super sheep [dibé]. We just stopped and watched them cross in their own good time.
Any excuse to stop here was welcome.
We parked on the side
of the road ['atiis] and made lunch while looking out at the incredible landscape through the two
"free standing" sandstone buttes, Los Gigantes
[Tsé álts'óóz
íí'áhí].
We could not have wished for a more perfect place
to eat lunch while listening to KTNN. After a
while, listening to the lilting Navajo language
[diné bizaad] was an essential part of the day [j], especially hearing Vincent Craig sing "Rita", about the unfortunate experience of a
young Navajo boy [ashkii] trying to prove his love for a Navajo
girl [at'ééd]. Eventually we had to leave our
paradise, after locating several desirable homesites for ourselves, and began the drive down
through the mudhills again, stopping several
times to collect soil samples, with
grays [ibá] and maroons [dihigo doot'izh]
prevalent here.
We drove back through Round Rock
[Bis doot'izh deez'áhí] and south [shádi'áláh] on Navajo 12
toward Tsaile
[Tsé Biihílí].
We stopped again at Navajo Community College
[Diné bi'ólta' hódahgoígíí]
to go through the museum which contains very large (8 ft x 8 ft)
paintings of the major sandpaintings ['iikááh]
used in the Navajo ceremonial chants [Diné binahagha']. These paintings are
used as room dividers to break up the large central room into smaller areas where dioramas of
Navajo life at different times are shown.
After leaving the museum, we visited the museum shop. I was tempted by many things, but
restricted my buying to a beautiful [nizhóní],
deep blue [yéego doot'izh],
ribbon shirt [deiiji'éé] for my two [naaki] year old grandson [bitsóí].
I hope he can find a powwow to wear it to! Lori found a Justin Tso print for her mother [bimá].
We had used a good part of the day [j] and still had a long way to go to get to Gallup
[Na'nízhoozhí]!
We continued south [shádi'ááh]
on Navajo 12 , past Wheatfields
[Tódzís'á] Lake,
past an unusual Navajo gate*
(there are many! this one had a dinosaur guardian) to the road to Crystal
[Tónits'ílí]
over Washington Pass. This is the southern pass over the Chuska Mountains [Ch'óoshgai], climbing slowly from the west [
'e'e'aah] side, cresting at 7400 ft. in a Ponderosa pine
[nídíshchí]
forest and then rapidly descending through scrub oak [chéch'il nit'izí]
to a view of the San Juan basin
in northeastern [náhooks dóó ha'a'aah bita'gi] New Mexico [Yootó Hahoodzo],
lit by a rapidly sinking sun [Jóhonaa'éí].
We join US 666 at Sheep Springs
[Dibé bito'], after crossing
over the wash, we turn south
[shádi'ááh]
toward Gallup
[Na'nízhoozhí].
As we drove south [shádi'ááh]
I explained to Lori why I usually choose this route to Gallup
[Na'nízhoozhí]
rather than driving further south [shádi'ááh]
on Navajo 12 to Window Rock
[Tségháhoodzání]
and then turning east [ha'a'aah] to US 666.
That route from Gallup
[Na'nízhoozhí]
to Window Rock [Tségháhoodzání]
has the highest accident rate in the state
of New Mexico [Yootó Hahoodzo].
This is because no alcoholic beverages are sold on the reservation (something which is now
being debated in the chapter houses ['áahná'ádleehgi]),
so trips are made to Gallup
[Na'nízhoozhí]
to buy alcohol, and the drinking usually
begins there
and continues on the road ['atiin] back. There are vigorous campaigns underway on the reservation to
change this behavior, and the drive-through windows at the liquor stores in Gallup
[Na'nízhoozhí]
have been closed down. Nonetheless, we found many empty and sometimes broken bottles of
Garden Tokay "wine" scattered over the rocks and mudhills.
When we reached Gallup
[Na'nízhoozhí],
we found a motel, and Lori began her search for a secretarial service to type up her job
application. There were two main prospects in the Gallup
[Na'nízhoozhí] Yellow Pages but,
at that time (approx. 6:30 PM MST), the first merely had a recording giving their hours. The
second was a big success since it was a woman [asdzáán] working from her home. Arrangements
were made to drop the job off in the morning ['abíní], and then to get
breakfast [abínígo
da'adánígíí] at a nearby truckstop
while the typing was done. Now we just had to decide where to eat dinner
tonight. We did not want to eat
at a chain franchise (our biggest option), so we picked a place that promised home
style food [ch'iyáán] in their ad and ventured out to figure out the street numbers in Gallup
[Na'nízhoozhí]. We
drove up old Route 66, trying to read street numbers on dark storefronts. We
found our
prey amid locked and barred pawnshops,
all of which reminded us that Gallup was a
border town. We walked into a place that must have been
unchanged since the '30's, well, at least since the '50's. There was a fountain half the
length of the long, thin room. Above the fountain were painted cutouts of the items offered,
burger baskets, chicken [na'ahóóhai bits
'] baskets, french fries, etc. The menus had a variety of home style meals, and we
chose something light. For a while we were the only customers in the restaurant [da'adá báhooghan] , but soon
we were joined by a mother with a child, a friend of the waitress. The high chair was
definitely from no later than the '40's, all squared off wood with decals on the back. When
the food [ch'iiyáán] came it was plain but not plastic, and it was really cheap.
We returned to our motel room so Lori could put the final touches on her application. We
needed to get up early tomorrow [yisk
go] to drop it off. And, of course, a UMass basketball check was in order.
Recommend this website to a friend!
Navajo Spaceships, Star Mountain and Rez Memories, An Online Writing Journal, Prose & Poetry by John Rustywire, Navajo
A page with information on satellite images of this area is also available.
* The University of Arizona library has an exhibit of western bounday art available online.
References
Books on Navajo Rug Weaving
Music & Videos
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