Hubby called on the walkie talkie a few miles before the exit to announce that we'd be stopping at what would seem like a tourist trap. He was giddy about stopping.And the only picture from the 14-hour drive on day three was of this windmill farm somewhere in east Texas.
And, it wasn't because he wanted a Navajo friendship handshake from proprietor, Frank Yellowhorse. (But it was a perk!)
Hubby wanted to see where Frank's son, David Yellowhorse, made the fancy knives. David doesn't actually make the knife, he does fancy handcrafted inlays - like a jeweler would.
We couldn't believe it; we just walked right in the shop, which was behind the tourist shop. Daddy Yellowhorse gave us directions and at the end said, "Just go right in, don't knock!"
David spent at least an hour with us, explaining the process of making the knife handle inlays.