
We had planned to visit Chief Yellowhorse’s Trading Post, but it was all nailed shut and deserted, with exception of three ferocious dogs walking around.
It was said by the lady in the visitors center further up the road, that somebody in the family had passed away and it would be opened again, but not just yet.

It was said to have had live buffalo and a petting zoo when it was still open. Yellowhorse was quite a personality, read up on him:
“JUAN YELLOWHORSE WAS BORN MARCH 23, 1930. HE WAS FROM THE TOWERING HOUSE PEOPLE CLAN AT WILDE RUINS, ARIZONA. HE WAS A NAVAJO INDIAN.
HIS PARENTS WERE PIONEERS OF INDIAN TRADING THROUGHOUT THE FOUR CORNERS AREA. (COLORADO, ARIZONA, UTAH AND NEW MEXICO).
YOUNG JUAN YELLOWHORSE WAS A PROUD NAVAJO INDIAN, AND HE SERVED HIS COUNTRY WELL AS A NAVY AIRMAN. HE WAS A CHIEF NAVIGATOR FROM 1948 TO 1958. HE FLEW 69 MISSIONS INTO WEST BERLIN TO SUPPLY SURVIVORS WHILE WEST BERLIN WAS BEING DIVIDED AND UNDER COMMUNIST RULE.
JUAN YELLOWHORSE SAW THE BERLN WALL BUILT. HE FELT IN HIS HEART THAT SOME DAY THAT BARRIER WOULD COME DOWN. HE BELIEVED THAT IT WAS NOT GOOD TO DIVIDE A NATION…
BACK HOME ON THE RESERVATION, YELLOWHORSE WORKED FOR THE NAVAJO POLICE FOR A COUPLE OF YEARS. BUT HIS GOAL WAS INDIAN TRADING.
JUAN YELLOWHORSE GAINED THE HONORED TITLE OF CHIEF YELLOWHORSE. HE BLAZED A TRAIL ALONG ROUTE 66 AS AN INDIAN TRADER. HE LOVED AND ENJOYED THE EVERYDAY PEOPLE THAT HE TOUCHED.
CHIEF YELLOWHORSE BOUGHT THE OLD MILLER TRADING POST AT LUPTON, ARIZONA IN 1960. IT IS LOCATED AT THE ARIZONA-NEW MEXICO BORDER.
HE NAMED IT “CHIEF YELLOWHORSE TRADING POST.”
CHIEF YELLOWHORSE HAD CORRALED BUFFALO FOR THE PUBLIC TO SEE. THERE WAS NO TAX ON THE RESERVATION, SO CIGARETTES WERE CHEAP WHICH ENTICED TOURISTS AS WELL AS LOCALS.
ALONG ROUTE 66 AND INTERSTATE 40, THE PROMINENT RED, YELLOW AND WHITE TRADING POST SIGNS MADE THEIR POINT! “WE NO SCALPUM PALE FACE.
JUST SCALPUM WALLET!”
PEOPLE JUST HAD TO SEE THE BIG YELLOW HORSE REARING ON TOP OF THE MAIN BUILDING. THERE WAS EVEN A WOODEN INDIAN GREETER! AND OF COURSE, EVERYBODY HAD TO SEE FORT CHIEF YELLOWHORSE.
ON OCTOBER 27, 1999 WHILE WORKING IN HIS OFFICE AT THE TRADING POST, CHIEF YELLOWHORSE DIED. HE HAD A HEART ATTACK. SURROUNDING STATES MOURNED WITH THE NAVAJO NATION.
CHIEF YELLOWHORSE WAS LAID TO REST AT THE YELLOWHORSE FAMILY BURIAL GROUNDS. THE FUNERAL WAS CONDUCTED IN ENGLISH AND IN NAVAJO”.

Chief Yellowhorse, by thetroyster on AOL…
At the Arizona / New Mexico border on I40 is a rest area, and a scattering of shops and stores. These are Native American owned, as this spot is actually on the Navajo Nation, what we often call the Navajo Indian Reservation. One of the places called Chief Yellowhorse Trading Post is run by a little old man, with a perpetual smile. For lack of a better name to call him, I mentally refer to him as Chief Yellowhorse. That’s what I will call him in this account.
The Trading post sits about 200 yards East of the state line. You can see the state line from the highway, this is the spot where the blacktop changes colors. Where the big signs says ARIZONA on one side of the road, and NEW MEXICO on the other. Its is pretty easy to tell where the state line is.
I stopped one day to visit Chief Yellowhorse. Signs along the highway Scream “See The Cave Buffalo”, “Indian Blankets”, “Jewelry, Crafts, Souvenirs”. With that much Hype, I just had to stop and see what the fuss was all about.
Chief Yellowhorse met me at the door to his trading post. He smiled and welcomed me, inviting me into his shop. As I walked in the door, the first thing I noticed was a line, painted straight down the middle of the floor. A red line, painted with about a 2 inch paintbrush. On one side of the line was painted “Arizona” and on the other side “New Mexico”. I glanced back at the road, where the big state welcome signs stood. I looked over at the service drive, where the green and white sign declares “State Line”. I looked back at the floor. Yep, it clearly indicated that the state line ran through the middle of his store. I scratched my head. I thought long and hard about it. Could it be possible?
Finally, I asked Chief Yellowhorse about the line on the floor. “What is this line?” I asked. ( I have such a way with words.)
He shrugged, “State line”.
“How can that be the state line? The signs say the line is over there.” I asked in confusion, simply looking for clarification.
Chief Yellowhorse delivered the classic response when he looked at the sign, looked at the floor, and said “The line makes a little jog right here.”
I am happy to report I kept a straight face, thewhole time I was looking at the cave buffalo.
And yet, why not? Why can’t the state line make a jog there. The land in question was part of the Navajo Nation long before it was Arizona or New Mexico, so if the property owner says the line jogs, who am I to argue.
It’s all just a matter of perspective.