In town witnessing . . .A young brother and I were in service on Halloween day and we got candy at nearly every door. Out here cargroups made up of young brothers were often spent four wheeling on hills in and out of town (because most of the service cars here are jeeps and four door trucks). When I worked with my parents we usually spent the service morning at garage sales in and around our territory and calls.
Witnessing on the Navajo Reservation . . . Well nothing is like working the rural territory of Hiway 666 (its now renamed to hiway 241, I think). Out there its not called door to door, its Hogan to Hogan. It was always a lot of fun spending and entire day driving through streams, valleys, hills and desserts (hence the reason for the 4X4 service cars) only to do a dozen doors. It was always nice to drive by the Shiprock, through the Lava Wall, in the badlands, to get to Red Mesa. A beautiful valley where the dirt is made up af different shades of red and pink. I remember at one group of homes coming back to the car and there was a goat standing on the roof of the car. Forget mean dogs, keep away from the geese. Once our cargroup was able to climb part of the Shiprock (the remaining core of an inactive volcano), which is a big no no, a federal offence, because it is very sacret.