We drove toward Red Mesa and found a road (BIA 5060) that took us up to the line. Here we look west on the 37th parallel, a tiny building half a mile away.
The grand fencelessness of the Navajo Nation is as good a counter argument to the abstraction of The Line as we’ll see: should a landscape be defined by its borders or by its space? The Navajos orient themselves by sacred mountains north, east, south, and west of their actual homeland, not by a row of concrete markers planted by surveyor Howard Carpenter in 1901. The actual state line is just south of here, not that there’s a fence line to give it away.
N 370 0.0007′ W 1090 10.9022′ elevation 5255 ft