Zion National Park, I met him on the outskirts of it. I had a campsite built outside. He was studying my camp and I watched him for several minutes. He seemed interested in my site, but not in the possessions. When I finally confronted him, I knew I was in the presence of a holy man. He told me his name was George (nearest city was St. George) and that he was a follower of St. Germaine, and that God had sent him to find me. He was very interesting. I even shared food and drink with him ( though normally I am phobic about germs and all that)