In February of 1999, I took my Ford Econline E150 across the United States on my way to Santa Cruz, CA. The trip was filled with misadventures and mishaps, but the one destination that was far worth my while was my trip to the Supai Indian Reservation. An old college bud had spoken highly of his acid laced experiences in the area, and I had always taken interest in his exaggerations. No road leads directly to Supai, so the only way to access the canyon town is by helicopter or by trail on foot or horseback. Because of it's remote location, I was under the impression that Supai would be far removed from American Culture and I could get a better perspective of the lifestyles of Native Americans, but it happens that outside influence is more
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