This door was not wearing a sign of any sort and was located in the main hallway.
The best part of this photo is that I caught my mom's reflection; there's not enough of mine to be incriminating. While sitting on a handy bench, we had a very short discussion about the right or wrongness in opening the door. Yes, my fingerprints would be on the doorknob. We would never have guessed what was on the other side . . .
Quite a relic! The stool obviously has held up many ... bodies .... as they held their various conversations.
One interesting conversation took place in May of 2000. A woman had attended the 7a.m. Mass, as was her daily routine. She decided to stay a while longer to reflect, meditate, and talk with God. It was a warm day so the chapel doors had been left open. She became aware that a large dog had entered the chapel; however, as this dog processed down the aisle and turned its head to look around, the woman realized she was in the very sacred company of a mountain lion. Scarcely daring to breathe, she watched as the regal cat continued to the altar. After a emitting a low, contented growl, he plopped down under the pews where the monks sit. The lady made her exit, closing the door behind her. The Colorado Division of Wildlife arrived to find the lion sound asleep. They further sedated the cat so they could safely do a relocation act. I would post the newspaper article, but I find it pitiful to see the photo of that big cat being carted off. Rest assured that this is indeed a true story - - no "lion".