Tuba City
September, 2003
The road into the Navajo Nation runs in curves through harsh open range. I'd been headed that way for hours, past clusters of mobile homes and small ranch houses dotting the landscape of chaparral and tumbleweed.Signs of the modern world slowly popped into view like rising bubbles. A McDonald's appeared, and then a Taco Bell, and I could see a Wells Fargo Bank tucked in among the large mounds of earth that stood like sentinels on either side of the two-lane blacktop. A hand-painted sign rose up...
