We hit the cemetery at dusk, but its positioning down and against so many mountains meant there wasn't any light or shadows to actually be had. We still had fun roaming through the headstones and speculating about the symbols.
One thing I hadn't noticed on our last visit, and perhaps this is because we didn't get all the way up to the top of the cemetery last time, was the interesting use of space, where one side of a headstone was filled with four to six names (urn spots, presumably) and the back of the same headstone had places for four more names, unrelated as far as one could tell. I don't know that I've ever seen so many four-plexes in headstones before, especially since walking up the hill and then back nets you twice the names.
If you're seeking wisdom...
This symbol is a Scottish Badge, but I had no luck in tracking down any possible clan if it really is a dog wearing a crown. If it's a strangely drawn lion, however, then we're in business.
This one was a lot easier: a double-headed eagle symbol representing the 32nd degree of the Scottish Rite. The Latin motto, “Spes mea in Deo est,” means “My hope is in God."
You can still see the sun far off on the plains past the Garden of the Gods from here.
And if anyone is still around when I'm gone -- a tree with windchimes in it over my grave would be greatly appreciated.
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