Pipe Spring National Monument

I stopped at Pipe Spring Natl Mon to get water. Autumn, a Ranger, came out to meet me on the front stoop, saying they weren't, due to Covid, letting people inside. She waved a brochure which she said had been disinfected and went on to try and regale me with the travesties of the Mormon Incursion. They'd built their effing brick edifice atop the spring so only THEY could get to the water. Autumn said the water in the restrooms (at the Visitor's Center) was partially Pipe Spring water and the hose down at the Chevron was definitely from Pipe Spring....but I couldn't find it, the hose, that is. Still, the water from the myriad spigots was good.

Lately, when asked how I am I've begun telling folks I'm dying. Some folks say: "That's nice." Others just say, "Oh." Some ask how it feels.

Each day has been slightly more difficult -- mostly in terms of energy -- but when I rejoined to Autumn's inquiry she took it in stride. Always one to pry, I asked about her heritage. She'd been raised by her grandmother, a Ute, and told how the Ute's have a different perspective on death than the Kaibab Paiute (who apparently "claim," with a BIG sign, Pipe Spring Natl Monument).

She said the Ute believe that everything is comprised of energy and interconnected. And when we die our "shell" dies but our energy continues on just as it always has. I like the idea and on the spot, similar to "converting" to LBJ (Lead-Better Johnson's), I adopted it on the spot.

There was a garden out back that had this bit of rock art.

I didn't see any