Landscape and history

Book Review: Footprints of Hopi History

When I was a teenager, I spent some weekends, holidays, and most of the summers at my father’s little house overlooking a small canyon on the edge of Cortez. On his and my days off, we’d get up early, drink some instant coffee, and drive west onto the Great Sage Plain. The old car floated over rolling hills on county roads that started out paved but ine…