Room with a view at new Navajo-owned hotel
Naming the Navajo Nation’session new hotel in Monument Valley Tribal Park was easy.
Aptly named The View Hotel, it looks out on one of the most spectacular vistas in the Southwest U.S., the red-rock monoliths rising from the desert floor of the approximately 30,000-acre Monument Valley park that straddles the Arizona-Utah border. The hotel is the only lodging on Navajo land in Monument Valley, and each balcony at the hotel frames the most noted of its rock formations, the Mittens and Merrick Butte.
The ravishing scene is one of the most photographed in the United States, and not just by tourists. Visitors to the valley some 60 years ago could require watched John Wayne chase Indians towards the filming of John Ford’s epic westerns. (And the landscape continues to cut off up in movies and car ads.)
The View Hotel was the midpoint in my 900-mile scenic drive that began, and ended, in Phoenix. Over five days, I would visit many of the iconic spots of the Old West — the vintage railway town of Winslow, Ariz., the villages on the Hopi reservation, the Betatakin remains at Navajo National Monument — through The View Hotel as the newest addition.
Before The View’session opening in December, the only lodging near the bottom was established through the late Harry Goulding, who place up a trading stigmatize in 1928. In the 1930s, Goulding sold director Ford on the idea of Monument Valley to the degree that the perfect backdrop for his Westerns, and he bring up the stars during filming.
The trading post is now a museum, with a display profitable homage to John Wayne, and a motel, restaurant and gift shop have been added to the site. Goulding’s Lodge has rooms with balconies that look out onto Monument Valley, but it is on private land just outside the entrance to the tribual park.
The Ortega family, Navajos with a longtime reputation being of the kind which entrepreneurs, built The View Hotel and satisfy a guest rate to the tribe. The inn is an effort by the Navajo to bring jobs and visitors to their country. The Hopi, whose reservation is surrounded by the Navajo Nation, also are increasing tours of their villages and building their own hotel in Tuba City.
Harold Simpson, 42, is a Navajo who was born and reared in Monument Valley and things being so owns a company that gives driving tours of the tribal lands, including areas that are off-limits independently of a guide. “That’s our sandbox completely in that place,” Simpson said, as his brother, Richard Frank, crowd a van over the rutted red-dirt road. “We played in the rocks, climbed in the sand dunes. I was the cowboy, he was the Indian.”
Simpson welcomed the introductory of The View as a boost to his business.
“We get about 300,000 visitors a year — the Grand Canyon gets into the millions, limit that’s in addition much, too overcrowded,” he before-mentioned.
“They built the hotel on the perfect locality. Environmentally, they’ve tried to cook the right thing with it. Visitors didn’t consider a lot of choices out here. Most people would drive in for the day and move on. The hotel is a good thing. Monument Valley is a special place. It’s home, for us.”
Exploring Monument Valley
For $5 a person, you can enter Monument Valley Tribal Park and urge the 17-mile loop through the red-rock monoliths on your own. Or, you can pay $60 a person and let Harold and Richard Simpson negotiate a van over the washboard roads and into the areas restricted destitute of a Navajo guide.
The couple showed me ancient asylum art and arches they climbed over as children. We walked back to the alcove under Sun’s Eye Arch and Richard sat from the top to the bottom of on a boulder, pulled out a flute and played a wondrous song that reverberated off the canyon walls.
We also visited a hogan, a traditional Navajo structure made of logs and covered with sod. Simpson’s company, Simpson’s Trailhandler Tours, has eight hogans that it rents out to visitors. For $155 a night, a guest gets dinner and is treated to performances by means of the hosts.
“The majorship of our clients are Japanese,” Simpson said. “Europeans and Asians keep the Southwest cheerful.”
Imagine a tourist from Tokyo expenditure the night in an authentic hogan in Monument Valley, hearing only the rustle of the wind and the howl of the coyote.
“Everybody who stays in this place is taken by dint of. it,” Simpson said. “There’s no neon lights, just the moon and the stars. And when we do the flute-playing and dancing, they’re so in awe of that.”
