I was essentially wandering between Kayenta and the Grand Canyon, and Tuba City is smack dab in the middle of the path. Which isn't horrible, as I was getting somewhat parched and in need of a cold, carbonated beverage -- hurrah for the 7-2-11!

A sign of simple design and origin, but it none the less helped tell me where I'd landed for the moment.	The highway isn't necessarily busy enough for an overcrossing, but maybe during rush hour...	Absent a 7-11, the 7-2-11 stores pepper the landscape amongst the Native American communities.
Ah, yes... the old stand by photo -- that of the town's water tower.	Opened in 1870, the place dates back to when your forefathers forced their forefathers onto the reservations.	One thing's for sure -- some things aren't bound to geographic or socioeconomic boundaries.