The City of Rocks largely owes its National Reserve status to pioneer graffiti. In the mid 19th century thousands of people passed through the rocks on the way to California. The rocks are a striking landscape feature so they are a good place to sign your name. To help preserve the fading signatures the area was declared a national reserve. We can be thankful the reserve was created before the "insane intersectional age." Not only would there be no signs about the movement of privileged mostly white devils, (yeah idiots think poor 19th settlers were privileged because skin color), but their 19th-century signatures would be scrubbed from the rocks and the whole region would be named using an obscure, but politically correct, Native American phrase for "big f'ing rocks."