This and That (Updated)

Don’t be left out in the cold
Intrepid's Accommodations in the Boundary Waters near Canadian Border  (NOT where warm waters halt)

Intrepid’s Accommodations in the Boundary Waters near Canadian Border (NOT where warm waters halt)

Only 9 more days until someone’s lucky number gets pulled  out of Forrest Fenn’s cowboy hat —  at Collected Works Bookstore in Santa Fe  —  2 pm Mountain Time, January 7th.

Toby will be broadcasting a live feed. Sign up at his blog, A Gypsy’s Kiss.

Latest numbers from Dal’s blog:
RenelleAS OF DECEMBER 29th, 4PM OUR “DO GOOD” CANCER FUND FOR RENELLE HAS

$14,709.34

{Updated–$17,999.09 as of 6pm January 2,2014.  Way to go, Chasers!)
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Click here for more on Raffle for Rennelle.

Click here for a list of the contents of the prize jar.

Next item of business—  Intrepidy

(NOT to be confused with my daughter, Intrepid or the crazy guy in the airplane….)

Forrest sent me this just before Christmas.   Very cute.  You may have seen this on the other blogs.  Are there hints in it?  Cautions?icy waterfall

A fun read, in his words —

“This is one tough gal. I asked her not to join the marines because it would not be fair to the enemy. f”

Click here:  http://dalneitzel.com/2013/12/21/scrapbook-fifty-three/

And finally.  What have I been doing over Christmas break?

A Norwegian Christmas, 1846 painting by Adolph...

A Norwegian Christmas, 1846 painting by Adolph Tidemand. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Trying to fit in a couple more Douglas Preston/Lincoln Child thrillers.

Rennelle

Here is the story behind the January 7th Raffle for a fellow Fenner.   Posted on Forrest Fenn’s Old Santa Fe Trading Company.  See Dal’s blog, Thrill of the Chase for updates:

Salute to a Warrior….

BY FORREST FENN

When Renelle Jacobson stepped out of her car in my driveway, and walked toward me, I was charmed at first sight. Her smile telegraphed a timeless message: “Look out world, because here I come.” She had read about my hidden treasure in Hemispheres, the in-flight magazine for United Airlines, and, she said, “I ripped out the pages, stuffed them in my bag, and told the passenger sitting next to me, ‘Oh, I am SO going to find this when I get home.”

With a treasure-hunting partner, she soon hit the road for Yellowstone. “I was bouncing off the walls with an overload of excitement. This adventure is for every little girl and boy who have desperately wanted to look for a hidden treasure. I know I’m silly, but some of us are lucky enough to never completely grow up.” She returned from that first road trip empty-handed but, “We had a blast. I’ve since gone back 3 or 4 times.”

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However, there is one small problem; Renelle, 41 and single, has a rare bone cancer called osteosarcoma. A few years of chemo and several surgeries didn’t kill the disease, so, in 2011, her left leg was amputated above the knee. She has a prosthetic leg but the ongoing cancer changes her limb shape. “Sometimes I can walk quite well and sometimes I can’t.”

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A friend loaded her in his Bell helicopter and they searched the far reaches of Yellowstone Park.

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“We discovered some top secret waterfalls (at least that’s how I romanticized them in my mind). They were out in the middle of nowhere.”

“We also flew over Hebgen Lake and had lunch in West Yellowstone. What a grand day for a cancer patient who is trapped inside most of the time.”

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Renelle, whose constitution is made of sinew-tough fiber, is now in her 5th year of chemotherapy. With an expression that reflected her longing, she said to me, “I’m sick 3 to 4 days a week, have low energy the rest of the time and my sleep schedule is often turned upside down. Working on this treasure hunt has given me a way to occupy my time when I’m awake after midnight. When I work on your puzzle for an hour, I can say that I worked toward a goal.” She added, with a voice as soft as her eyes, “I’ll keep working on the poem every night until the moment when I can call my hunting buddies and say, ‘let’s hit the road.” Imagination is her pleasure and faith is her nourishment.

Renelle Jacobson inspires me in a singular way; her spirit holds me in thrall. Each day she tests the extremes in ways I can’t even imagine. To know her even a little bit, as I do, is to love her a lot.

To paraphrase Charlotte Bronte:

Her human heart has hidden treasures,
In secret kept, in silence sealed;
The thoughts, the hopes, the dreams, the pleasures,
Whose charms enrapture when revealed

December 21 – Heads Up – Ursids

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Star gazing anyone?

 

And then there’s this:  Bill Nye’s clip

 

 

And this:  The year’s final solstice

 

 

English: Frontispiece of A new Almanacke and P...

English: Frontispiece of A new Almanacke and Prognostication for the yeare of our Lord God 1642 by Nathaniel Nye. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

The various stages of winter break

Ah, youth.   ♥

aedellefave's avatarLife Without The Lens Cap

It has been over two weeks since I last posted something and every day since has been a great big bundle of stress. But the past is in the past because finals are over, I am home (for the holidays…and 27 glorious days) and ready to do basically everything I couldn’t do at school, including:

  1. sleep for extended periods of time
  2. spend countless hours on Facebook, Twitter, Buzzfeed, etc. (jk when do I not do that?)
  3. do Christmasy/wintery things with my friends
  4. eat anything homemade and/or freshly cooked/baked/fried
  5. watch every Christmas movie in existence (speaking of which, check out my favorites if you haven’t already)

And the list could go on forever. Today I decided to focus on the stages many college students such as myself go through from the moment we finish our last final all the way up to the dreaded (or maybe by that point, much needed)…

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Sharing and Caring

Mr. Fenn signing my TTOTC.

Mr. Fenn signing my TTOTC.

I thought I’d pass along news of this effort in case you missed it.

Click here for the original post by Forrest Fenn — Salute to a Warrior.

Click here for Dal’s post regarding a raffle for Renelle’s benefit.

Forrest Fenn has donated one of his cast bronze jars for the prize and filled it with treasures found at San Lazaro pueblo.

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2012.07.17-IMG_5034 (Photo credit: martin_kalfatovic)

Suzanne Sommers is flying in on January 7th to draw the prize-winning ticket from his cowboy hat.  That event will be held at Collected Works Bookstore in Santa Fe.

Heartwarming how the searchers band together in this cold season!

English: Photo of a stone fireplace.

English: Photo of a stone fireplace. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Wind, Sand and Stars

Wind, Sand, and Stars, front

Yes, it’s the title of a book by the author of The Little Prince.  Antoine de Saint-Exupery was a pilot not unfamiliar with the Sahara.Dive Bombers Daily Drover

I’d only learned of the book back in high school because of a friend in the next town reading it in french class.  (My little school only offered 2 years of spanish.)

I stopped at 2 libraries yesterday to find a copy of The Little Prince.   The 2 copies at the first one were nowhere to be found.  The second library, rather new and planted absolutely Too Far for anyone To Walk to, had none.  When I said I thought it was a classic, he said they didn’t really carry the classics.  Something to do with only putting brand new books in there, ones with tracking chips.  New World.

I stopped at my friend’s.  She looked for her french and german copies but thinks her sons may have them.  Not that my french and german are that adequate anymore, but there are on-line translators, right? (See Forrest Fenn’s Scrapbook # 47.

Okay.  I do have a copy or two myself—-in a box, in a barn, inaccessible at the moment, and I wanted to read it now.

I’d tried my Kindle, but it wasn’t available for download.  Last stop last night on my way home, Barnes and Noble.  Yay.

Oh.

It’s a new translation.  New cover.

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Cover via Amazon

Choice:  Paperback.  Hardcover.  Set with recording by Viggo Mortenson.  Very tempting that, but I went with the cheapest version.

Okay.  Why go to all this trouble for a book I read ages ago?

Let me try to explain how mind mind works:

Mind Map …..   Free Association …..  Word Play

Case in point —-

Since Forrest used the word “fling” in his talk at Moby Dickens,

and reading the story of the sunken storage jar in Too Far To Walk,

and my earlier reading of Thunderhead, with its kivas,

and remembering the snakes writhing in the Indiana Jones movie,

Plant in White Sands National Monument, New Me...

Plant in White Sands National Monument, New Mexico, USA. The plant’s roots hold a pillar of sand in place, while the surrounding sands are shifted by wind erosion.

and someone I know opening the door to an old underground bunker at White Sands, intending to descend until he saw the floor moving; again, a mass of writhing snakes,

and finding a place called Snakeden Hollow,

and buying snake boots after stirring up a snake while morel hunting, actually, I should use a hiking staff instead of my bare hands to rake through leaves next to fallen trees next time.

Oops.  Getting off point there …. but, okay.  You get the idea.

So, I couldn’t remember the details of the story but I knew there was a snake and a star and a desert involved in the sad conclusion of The Little Prince.

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“What makes the desert beautiful,” said the little prince, “is that somewhere it hides a well….”

So, back to “fling”.

I know there’s been a recent notice to disregard what Mr. Fenn might say in interviews, just rely on the Poem.  I think Dal believes, maybe Forrest said somewhere, that the treasure is hidden in the original spot he had chosen to rest his bones.  I know he’s said it’s a place “dear” to him.  And somewhere he mentioned desert.

Forrest Fenn's Treasure Chest

Forrest Fenn’s Treasure Chest

Can I reconcile all these ideas?

Not easily.  I think it would take me more than four Xanax, a staff, and snake boots to fling myself into anyplace that might have a ‘moving floor’, even if there was a certain treasure chest in the middle of it.

“It is such a mysterious place, the land of tears.”

English: Saint Exupery monument in Tarfaya Рус...

English: Saint Exupery monument in Tarfaya Рус…

Gluttons For Punishment

Is your Thrill of the Chase hunt not going so well?
Here’s another way to find gold.

prospectorjack's avatarAppalachian Prospectors Gold Prospecting Adventures

Hillbilly John and I made our usual trek northward to the Western Mountains of Maine on the first week of September which has been customary for us for over the past several years. This year Hillbilly John’s daughter Melissa and her boyfriend Mike accompanied us. It was their first time out dredging for gold.  It was also their first time visiting Maine. The weather was nice, it was warm and humid and it looked like we were going to have some nice weather for the labor day weekend. We arrived in the later part of the afternoon, we set up camp, jumped on the quads and headed out to the spot we planned to dredge in to look it over and put together a solid plan for the following day. We had a location picked out that we have dredged before that we had gotten some nice gold out of. We…

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