So far, I hear, 23 people have claimed to be the treasure finder in communication with Forrest Fenn. One of them apparently has such strong feelings that the chest belongs to her that she filed a lawsuit. Her name is Barbara (not Karen) and is from the Midwest.
Back in 2014, when I did some Q & A with Forrest for this blog, he said he’d take me to his San Lazaro pueblo, his archeological dig. But, by the time I made my next trip to New Mexico, for a book signing event, it didn’t get arranged.
[NOT San Lazaro]
Through the gossip mill–yes, there are a lot of rumors out in the searcher community–I thought I might have learned the reason for the “Chill” of the Chase.
Another Barbara.
Also from the Midwest.
Who may or may not have been kinda stalking Forrest.
I sure hate to think that I missed out on the experience because of some other Barbara’s misbehavior.
They’re giving Karens, I mean, Barbaras, a bad name.
And Brians. And Davids. Click here.
Warning!
Peace.
The Fenn Diagrams 
yeah, I spent 4 years and 4 months trying to talk to forrest, to drive up and meet him, take him out to lunch, do chores around his property, marry his daughter, get him to take me out to San Lazaro .. I didn’t care about the treasure chase, I wasn’t even going to ask him any questions about the treasure or the map or the poem or any of the clues he was tryin’ to leave – just wanted to hang out and converse a bit and EXPLORE San Lazaro .. scrap through some of the rocks and dirt .. climb the mesas .. talk about some of the things he discovered .. his experiences hiking in Arizona .. but he just never wanted to meet me or talk to me .. just gave me the good old cold shoulder ..
Guess I’m just not his daughter’s type ..
Broken Brad
Lone Tree On A Forgotten Plane ..
Das Durchstossene Herz ..
Dear Broken Brad,
At least you tried. Time heals all. Maybe.
Thx for sharing.
It was a joke – a piece of a set – a stand-up comedy routine – a non-sequitur placed in the middle of an unrelated story .. I’m an Actor. It’s what I do professionally. It doesn’t actually bother me. I never actually asked Forrest Fenn’s Daughter on a date – I’ve never met her. I’ve never talked to her. She doesn’t even know who I am .. I make comments for affect – to stir the audience – to get a reaction .. to get people to laugh o r to piss people off – it doesn’t matter to me which ..
I’ve got 10 Million Acres of unspoiled land that I’ve been exploring for 44 years .. ALL ALONE .. I’ve got hundreds of pieces of broken pottery and flintstone in a four foot high bowl to dig through .. and grinding stones and mano and broken pieces of petrified lodge pole that I’ve picked up off the desert floor or out of distant caves and crevices that maybe 1% of the entire human population has ever seen .. and old Native American Artifacts from 13 or 14 different States dating back hundreds, if not thousands, of years .. I’ve been exploring New Mexico, Arizona, Utah, Wyoming, Colorado, Nevada, Texas, Nebraska, Florida, Georgia, South Carolina, Alabama and 1 or 2 other states since 1976 .. I’ve been exploring Canyon of the Ancients and Mesa Verde and Chaco Canyon and the mountains and valleys around Santa Fe and the White Mountains of Northern AZ and Pleasant Valley and Tonto Basin and the Hopi Nation and the land of the Western Apache and Chiricahua Apache and Mescalero and Sobaipuri since 1977 ..
I doubt there’s anything at San Lazaro – or at Forrest Fenn’s House – I haven’t seen in my 54.5 years ..
Brad Hartliep
Pirate Of The American West
Los Treasure Of Que Brada Hartliep
A Million Dollar Treasure of Gold, Turquoise, Silver and Ancient Artifacts
Somewhere Secreted in the Mountains and Deserts of
Wyoming, Utah, Colorado, New Mexico and or Arizona
Find My Map. Decipher The Clues. Find My Treasure.
I knew you were joking. I was, too. Too subtle, it seems. And I have my own arrowheads and some of my Dad’s, and many treasured travels and memories, even before I heard of the Chase. Believe it or not, I’m more interested in the solve than the gold. Wanted to figure out his poem, his clever mind. I’d never been to the southwest. Don’t like desert or snakes much. Santa Fe is interesting, and the mountains north of there are beautiful. Glad for the travels.
Actually Santa Fe isn’t that much different than the rest of the Southwest – higher altitude, slightly cooler summers [though in SF itself it can still get pretty hot], a little more “green”, less cactus, snow in the winter, but the rugged mountain landscape, and red rock and sparse ground vegetation is all pretty much the same – the streets are layed out funny and the traffic pattern is more compressed and the number of super rich elite in Santa Fe is significantly higher than just about everywhere else except Vail and Sundance and Aspen and Telluride and a few other super rich enclaves that no normal American can afford to live in .. I love the area around SF but can’t stand all the elitist Democrats in town who all think they’re superior to everyone else and always treat the poor like they’re supposed to get out of the way for ’em and bow to their every wish .. drives me crazy and I never tolerate they’re bullshit, so I usually spend a few minutes chewing them out in front of as many people as possible, makin’ ’em look like the elitist pricks they are, and then I get out of town and disappear out where the wild animals and the rocks are — I’ve done a lot of hiking in the mountains around SF and I make visits to all the Pueblos and usually buy whatever pottery or other art work they’re making, give all the rugrats a little cash, watch a pow wow or a dance if they’re doing one that day .. always go to Chaco Canyon or Mesa Verde or Canyon of the Ancients, which I think is beautiful, make trips out to the Hopi Mesas, spend as much time as I can exploring as far away from people as I can get .. climb into and out of caves .. walk the washes and crevices .. It takes two or three summers to get used to the Desert, the heat, the snakes and lizards, but for the most part if they’ve got an escape route they leave, and you eventually get to where you appreciate their own unique beauty, and the nights are about 40 degrees cooler than they are back east or in the Midwest, and, out away from the lights of town, the stars feel like they’re 10 feet away and the sunsets are just absolutely stunning about 80% of the time .. gold and yellow and red and orange and purple just streaking across the sky and almost always bracketed by ragged jagged mountain ‘scapes that just drive you to want to go exploring .. during the summer I explore the White Mountains of Northern Arizona, or the Wind River Range or the higher elevations of Colorado or New Mexico or the top of Catalina Mountain North of Tucson or the Cloudcroft and Ruidoso areas east of Alamogordo – somewhere where the daytime temps are gonna stay below about 80 F – 60 to 70 bein’ better .. during the winter I explore the lower mountain ranges or the Saguaro Desert or the Chiricahua Desert – anywhere below the Snow Line where the temperature is gonna be above 45 or 50 degrees F at the coldest point of the night .. I’m usually gone for 3 to 5 days, and I prefer to sleep in the back of my Cherokee, cuz I get a better sleep, but if its not to cold and not too many bugs I’ll sleep outside one of the nights, just so I can look at the stars for a few hours and watch the meteors and gaze at the Milky Way .. Warm Waters Halt is an open pit mine [I’ll let you try and figure out which one] .. the water used in mining is called “processed water” – it’s used to cool the machinery – and it gets warm as it pulls the heat away – the Warm processed Water is pumped into the base of the mining pit .. to cool for reuse later .. there’s no outlet .. the warm water doesn’t go anywhere – it just sits there – HALTED .. Warm Water is also the east bound, warm, humid air stream coming from the PACIFIC Ocean at altitude .. there’s a dry, Cold Airstream travelling SOUTH from Canada along the ridge of the Rockies, also at altitude – several thousand feet – maybe up to 50,000 feet or higher – I don’t remember the altitude anymore .. the east bound warm water airstream collides with the southbound cold dry air coming from Canada and is prevented from crossing the Continental Divide .. it is HALTED .. and if the dew point is right, it dumps as either rain or snow right at the Continental Divide .. a raging snow storm – and 5 feet eastward it can be sunny without a drop of snow .. very few people know about this phenomenon – pilots who fly in the Rockies being of them .. meteorologists being the other .. these two points locate your clue number one [there’s also a third WWH in the same general area but I won’t go onto it] .. three WWHs .. all leading you in the same direction .. three chances to figure out WWH .. three chances to figure out the trail .. I found it in February 2015 .. my second day boots on the ground .. let me know if you figure it out ..
~ B .. ~
Almost forgot: I miss POG on Dal’s. Really miss him for years.