We visited the home of Susie, an eighty-three-year-old Navajo woman that is matriarch to a seven-generation clan. Harold led us into her traditional Hogan workshop where she has practiced her art of Navajo rug weaving for many years. He beseeched her softly in her native Navajo tongue, and she graciously demonstrated how she painstakingly converts raw wool into masterpieces of Indian art. Her completed rugs are now considered national art treasures and often sell for thousands of dollars.
On our way out of the valley, we stopped at the roadside stands and bargained for some of the Navajo jewelry. Their hand-worked silver and the native turquoise jewelry were very reasonably priced. We ate lunch in the Stagecoach Restaurant at Goulding's Trading Post across the highway from the Valley entrance.
After lunch, we all piled into Harold's four-wheel-drive Jeep and headed across the desert to Mystery Valley. The road was little more than two ruts across the parched landscape. We bounced and slid across its soft sandy surface. Our little jeep clambered in and out of dry creek beds and crawled up steep rocky inclin
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