The Shiprock is in the Arizona Strip, that haunting sliver of land above the Grand Canyon and below Southern Utah. Peggy and I pulled up to the junction of Alternate Route 89 from Route 389 and saw this place and the Blue Sage motel. The oldtimer who runs the Shiprock had a wrinkled old canyon country face and shining blue eyes. He was more than happy to let us set up a tripod and get some shots. The person at the Blue Sage, across the street, kept peeking out from the edge of the office window, so we didn't go there.