In 1846, when the U.S. took possession of the southwestern territories after the war with Mexico, the Euro-American inhabitants were promised protection from “war-like” tribes such as the Navajo and Apache. The U.S. built military posts to protect them. The Navajo (Diné) resisted this intrusion into their sacred land. When General James H. Carleton came to believe gold existed within Navajo country, he decided to establish a military post in the heart of the gold country. In 1863, Carleton ordered Colonel Christopher “Kit” Carlson to follow a “scorched earth” policy: to destroy Navajo subsistence by burning crops and killing livestock. The soldiers broke up family units and massacred men, women and children. Faced with starvation and loss, the Navajo surrendered during the winter of 1863-1864.
After surrendering, more than 9,000 Navajos were force to march in “The Long Walk,” over 300 miles to a flat, 40-square-mile wind-swept reservation in east-central New Mexico, known as Fort Sumner.
The reservation experiment was doomed from the start. The Navajo’s crops were destroyed by pests, drought and hail. Irrigation water contained too much salt and destroyed the land’s productivity. Thousands died from diseases, starvation and exposure.
After General William Sherman arrived to investigate the Diné’s complaints, the two sides soon signed the Treaty of 1868. The Diné could return to their homeland, but sadly their homesteads had been destroyed. Because of the devastation, trading for food and products became vital.
John Lorenzo Hubbell, born in 1853 in Pajarito, New Mexico Territory, learned the life, customs, and language of the Navajo while working as a clerk and Spanish interpreter at forts and trading posts. Known as Don Lorenzo to Hispanics, and Naakaii Sani (Old Mexican) or Nak’ee sinili (Double Spectacles) to the Navajo, he began trading at Hubbell Trading Post in Ganado, Arizona as the Navajo struggled to adjust to reservation life after the brutal ordeal of The Long Walk. Local tribes congregated at the post, where Hubbell was merchant and liaison to the outside world. He translated and wrote letters, settled quarrels, and explained government policy. He opened his house as a hospital in 1886 during a smallpox epidemic.
For 50 years, Hubbell was known for his kindness and friendship, honest business dealings, and wise counsel to American Indians. He often served as an intermediary between the Anglo-American and Navajo cultures, and sought to improve mutual understanding between them. He died in 1930 and was buried on a hill overlooking the trading post. Now preserved by the National Park Service as a national historic site, American Indians still bring handcrafted rugs, jewelry, pottery and baskets to the trader. Locals buy groceries and share stories.
In 1965, Congress made Hubbell Trading Post a national historic site with the understanding that it would remain a business operation, a working trading post.

Hubbell Trading Post National Historic Site
Inside the trading post, one can buy cowboy coffee, foodstuffs, dishware, cloth, blankets, utensils, pottery, Hopi baskets, handcrafted Navajo rugs, and turquoise jewelry. The room shown below is the bullpen, a cozy room to socialize and trade for staples. It is little changed since 1876, with its creaky wooden floors, tall counters, high shelves, and iron stove. Only the merchandise is new. The prices are definitely modern-day and steep. A pair of turquoise earrings I liked cost $250, and small Navajo rugs ran $450-$1,300.

inside Hubbell Trading Post
When completed in 1900, the two-story barn on the grounds was the largest in northern Arizona. The corral outside was used for livestock. Some held sheep by categories: ewes with lambs; yearlings; and rams, aged and market-ready. Other corrals held horses, mules, or milk cows.

on the grounds of Hubbell Trading Post
It was a windy day when I visited, and the gate creaked as the wind blew it to and fro.

Hubbell Trading Post
Pale green leaves of white-barked silver poplars rustled in the breeze. I was mesmerized by the sound and sight of them. It was so breezy and pleasant here, I didn’t want to leave.

trees
Heading to Window Rock and Gallup, I passed Fish Wash, Kinlichee, and Defiance Plateau. Tall Ponderosa pines lined the road. Window Rock, Arizona is the capital of the Navajo Nation, a decent-sized town through which dust-coated pickup trucks drive.
Window Rock Navajo Tribal Park has a red stone arch for which the capital is named. Navajo Nation government offices surround the park. Recently, Navajos built a Veteran’s Memorial at the base of the rock to honor Navajos who served in the U.S. Military. Code Talkers used their native language to create a code that was never broken by the enemy. Historians credit Code Talkers for helping win WWII. The park is meant to be a healing sanctuary for reflection and solitude.

Window Rock Navajo Tribal Park

Window Rock Navajo Tribal Park

Window Rock
And of course, I got my stamp and cancellation stamp.

Hubbell Trading Post sticker and cancellation stamp
Information above came from various brochures created by the National Park Service.
*Tuesday, May 15, 2018*
12,975 steps (5.5 miles)
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What a fascinating post. Brought up going to cinemas 3 times a week and fascinated by cowboys and Indians (always siding with the Indians, of course), this was a lovely story to add to my list of folktales of the Wild West. One other question which you can perhaps answer for me. Why is turquoise associated with the American Indians? Was it a product of the area? But as the different tribes occupied so many different areas, I hardly think so.
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Thanks, Mari. I’m glad you enjoyed learning something about Native Americans. I was intrigued by your question about turquoise, and found this article: https://tskies.com/the-significance-of-turquoise-in-native-american-culture/ It seems it is associated with spiritual beliefs. In another article, I found this: “Turquoise is found in arid regions where water seeps through natural rock and interacts with copper deposits, so it was plentiful in portions of the Southwest inhabited by Indians. Native Americans found the green-blue mineral deposits in rock layers in cliffs and believed it had spiritual significance and cultural relevance.” (https://www.theclassroom.com/origin-turquoise-native-american-culture-15911.html) I learned something new as well! Thanks for your question. 🙂
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We visited Window Rock but not the Hubbell Trading Post. How lovely to read about a decent man when the Native Americans were generally treated so dreadfully.
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I was very impressed by this tiny place, Anabel, and the story about Hubbell, a rare white man who was helpful to Native Americans. The setting here was so beautiful, and as it was a cool breezy day, it was magical. 🙂
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A sad and recurring story of the ill treatment of indigenous people that happened world wide. Such a pleasant surprise to learn of one man doing so much good in his lifetime. I was there with you listening to that squeaking gate and rustling leaves. You have brought your journey to life
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It does seem to happen all over the world, and it is a sad series of tales indeed, Pauline. I was happy to learn of this man too. Thank you so much for reading and for your kind words. 🙂
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You know me, I love my history, especially when telling the real story, as sad as it is. People like Hubble are real heroes, I remember as a kid growing up in the heyday of American Westerns. Kit Carson and his peers were portrayed as courageous men taming the west. Propaganda at its best.
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Yes, I remember Kit Carson being portrayed as a hero as well. We find as we are adults and keep learning, that history is often glossed over to make the white man appear faultless.
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It’s so much fun to see something familiar in one of your posts – we went to the Hubble Trading Post too, and enjoyed poking around in there. I loved your descriptions of the creaking gate and pale leaves and not wanting to leave – I know that feeling. I don’t know if it works for your challenge, but if you think my post “The Long and Short of it” might fit feel free to link to it. More than 20 photos though… 😉
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I’m so glad you enjoyed the Hubbell Trading Post, Lynn. I loved the pleasant feeling of the place. Your “Long and Short of It” will definitely work for my photo challenge (as will any of your photo posts), so I’ll add the link to my next one of January 17. If you’d ever like to link one of your photo posts to mine, just do it by linking to my latest one, and I’ll mention your post in my next one. As for the # of photos, I often break my own rules, so don’t worry about that! 🙂
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