Swag : Stuff We All Get

Not everyone got the same thing. Door prizes. This was mine. Love it.

Poster signed by Fenn

It’s going in the map chest Mr. W altered for me to store my arrowhead collection in.

I would love to have chosen the signed book, Seventeen Dollars a Square Inch, about artist/renaissance man Eric Sloane, but my number was called too late for that gem, or Copper Dan’s magnificent art pieces.

Much appreciation to those whose efforts made the event possible. I was looking for closure in the form of the true solution to the clues in the poem, but that’s not looking likely at this point.

All in all, what a great Finale. Rest in peace, Forrest Fenn.

2020 Event in West Yellowstone

 

Finale = the close or end of something (Merriam Webster.)

Forrest Fenn always had a way with words.

 

Getting There —

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West Yellowstone —

Searchers (not “finders”) gathered for a weekend of fun.

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Picnic in the Park
Capturing the Photographer

Going Home —

Paradise Valley/Yellowstone River

Not until we were well on our way home, just ahead of the massive snow storm, did we hear the news of Fenn’s passing. 

One treasure found. One treasure lost.

Old Santa Fe Trail

Happy fishing, Forrest.

Forrest Fenn Finale Event–Labor Day Weekend

Closure?

Maybe, maybe not.

 Celebration?

Yes.

Where?

West Yellowstone and Yellowstone Park.

Who?

Cynthia is orchestrating it.  Dal is presenting. Toby is streaming it.   Fun and games. Picnic. Brunch. And mixing it up at Bullwinkle’s.

Details at this  Link.  

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Fishing Bridge from below

 

Also, your chance to be in a legacy group photo (socially-distanced, of course) on the Fishing Bridge.

 High noon.

Don’t be late.

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The Keeper of the Bees

A story almost a hundred years old. A soldier, wounded inside and out, walks out of a facility and, in time, finds healing.

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Shell shock.

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Jump to today.  Same story. New name.

I listened to a podcast recently about a group (begun) in Texas called Hives for Heroes.  Commendable.  Give it a listen.  They are also on Facebook and at Hives for Heroes . com.

I’m only in my second year of beekeeping but I get it.

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Bees are mesmerizing. So organized, with a uniform goal of survival and yet independent.

And share with us such sweet rewards.

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Water High as a Hint/Clue

The photo of Forrest Fenn looking over the contents of the found treasure chest shows, in my opinion, silty sand around the rim of the open box. Like what you’d expect if it had sat in a river bed for ten years or so.

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Intrepid

A line from the poem includes “There’ll be no paddle up your creek, just heavy loads and water high.”  I’ve used Water High as my screen name, I chose it quickly when setting up this (my first) web site.

After that, during my endless investigations while trying to solve the clues in the poem, I learned that navigable waters are public property, even when they flow through private property. Definitions of such are subjects of interminable legal battles, such as the recently-overturned claim by the EPA that if a rainstorm leaves a puddle, it falls under their jurisdiction as a waters of the USA, blah, blah, blah.

What piqued my interest was how the edge of the river is determined. The river is deemed “public” land, up to the “high water mark.”  Relevant, yes?

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A beach with water lines

I imagine the chest was in a river bed, somewhere below the high water mark, making it legally on public land.

Verification? May be never, may be soon.

From another poem, once carved in stone in Wisconsin:

It may be never, it may be soon,

But I hope that it will be one afternoon.

I’ll hear a step on the creaking stair.

I’ll open the door, and you’ll be there.

 

 

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UPDATE– It’s Wyoming.

It’s a start. A new message from Forrest Fenn reveals the treasure was hidden and found in Wyoming. That was my first solve.

Can’t wait to learn more someday.

The message below is posted on Dal’s site:  The Thrill of the Chase.

 

SUBMITTED June 6th, 2020 by Forrest The treasure has been found It was under a canopy of stars in the lush, forested vegetation of the Rocky Mountains and had not moved from the spot where I hid it more than 10 years ago. I do not know the person who found it, but the poem…

via THE CHEST HAS BEEN FOUND!!!!…part fifteen — Thrill Of The Chase

Too Many Barbaras

Pirates

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.

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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.

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[NOT San Lazaro]

I always wondered why.  [By then Cynthia and Jenny K (and Dal, of course) were the direct line of communication from Fenn to the searchers. No problem. Forrest always told me I was too far away.]

Book Signing at La Fonda

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.

 

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Another Barbara.

Also from the Midwest.

Who may or may not have been kinda stalking Forrest.

 

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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.

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Warning!

Peace.

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Forrest Got His Bracelet Back

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Photographic images verifying that the chest was found and the turquoise and silver bracelet is on Forrest Fenn’s wrist again. The LINK.

Book Signing at La Fonda

The bracelet is unique in that the beads are mounted flat. A lot of history there.

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Again, congratulations to the finder of the chest!

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Forrest Fenn’s Treasure Chest

Water High

An option while sheltering in place — Take a class. Dip your toe (or brush) in something you wouldn’t ordinarily do.

Because a very talented artist is now teaching her watercolor class on-line, I’m able to participate. I took a class once, about 18 years ago, and love the medium, (although I have very little intrinsic artistic ability.)

Some things we do for the joy of it.

The artist :  Kaitlin Walsh

If you’ve ever heard of, or studied from, Netters (Atlas of Human Anatomy), you’ll appreciate her gift of painting the beauty of what is human.

This class is about painting animals. Lesson One:  Jellyfish.

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[I share this work from Thursday evening, because it’s probably hard to fail on a jelly fish.  Yes, I know, it needs more background, a finer brush, a lighter touch.]

But … don’t expect anymore from me. Next week, a bird. A lot more parts. And after that, no idea.

In any case, it’s fun, messy, soothing, surprising.

A water high.

Gold is Where You Find It

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What began as a birthday gift from Mr. W in late 2018, has kinda taken over. Coolest invention, that Flow Hive, or so I remarked, and Voila! It appeared.

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Some (entire) assembly required.

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So, after a two-day bee-keeping class, lots of reading, and acquiring the appropriate protective wear, (I convinced my doctor that maybe I should have an Epi pen because it’s a long way to a hospital), I ordered my bees.

And, yes, there was a certain amount of trepidation as I drove home with twenty thousand in the back seat.  Brave…

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Photo by Mustafa Eissa on Pexels.com

After a cold, wet spring, they took off. Gangbusters. Prairie blossoms galore.

Bountiful.  More honey than the bees needed. Where to put said treasure?

Beg, borrow and seal any available bottles.

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(Those cute little jars fit in the box my children made for me for Christmas. (See next photo of exotic colored woods. They are nowhere large enough, but I will keep some of each vintage in that treasure box.)

Next, drain and strain, and there you go.

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The new gold standard?

[Maybe I can trade it for toilet paper in these unusual times.]