What Am I Doing? A Writer at Eighty — BREVITY’s Nonfiction Blog

By Abigail Thomas I’ve always been curious about why one chooses fiction for one story and nonfiction for another. For me it’s pretty simple—some stories need to be served straight up. That’s nonfiction. Others need more architecture, that’s fiction. It’s a decision best left to the gut. It has been a long time since I […]

What Am I Doing? A Writer at Eighty — BREVITY’s Nonfiction Blog

Just sharing this author’s post because she’s wise.

And because a change has got to come to my site. There is no longer anything I find worthy of sharing in the ongoing saga of who found Fenn’s treasure, or where, or what did the clues in the poem mean…

I’ve been toying with switching over to a literary magazine format for quite awhile. In fact, I only started The Fenn Diagrams as an exercise to learn how to run a blog/website, an author’s website, to be more specific. And now, nine years on, (really?) it’s time to pull the plug. I held on thinking there would actually be some closure, certainly within a year of Forrest Fenn’s death. It hasn’t come. Sadly.

So the annual renewal is about to come due. I don’t know how soon I’ll flip this or how (cold turkey or melding or ???) But, if anyone wants to follow along, I think that the first story I post will be one that I shared with Forrest and he shared with Dal (and possibly Douglas Preston.) Both veterans approved. It was a story about a vet and had already been published in an online lit mag.

After that, maybe I’ll post the short story that won first place in the Minneapolis Writers Workshop Conference. But who knows?

Busy times here.

I’ve got to count all the bees in the hive here in the 100 acre wood.

The only gold I ever found.

Rumors and Rumblings

Gold on the Prairie

Rumors and rumblings. So much mystery. So many theories.

Wyoming vs New Mexico?

Some searchers will gather this weekend in West Yellowstone. Maybe Amy will host something in Santa Fe next month. Maybe Forrest’s daughter will have something to share after the year of probate is over.

Some think Jack had help. Some think a group are keeping secrets. New books coming out. And just how many NDAs have been signed?

I’ve been taking a back seat for many reasons, but still: I’d love to know the solution to the clues in the poem and the hints in the books!!!

So, I’ll keep hanging around online in case there is news some day. And in the meantime, count my blessings in the gold I have in sunsets and prairie blossoms and the honey in the hives.

A refreshing vacation on water last week. So Blessed!

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.

Dive Bombers Daily Drover

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.

 

Swallowtail on Ironweed

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

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.]

 

 

 

 

My Favorite Thing Contest… — Thrill Of The Chase

This sounds like fun.  Thanks Forrest and Dal!

“Raindrops on roses….”

 

Share Your Favorite Thing With The Blog Take a photo of it and write a caption in 20 words or less that explains what it is. Your favorite thing must not be alive.. No pets or children or spouses or plants…nothing alive… Submit your photo and caption along with your blog name via email to…

via My Favorite Thing Contest… — Thrill Of The Chase

Gold

Gold is where you find it.                 In a poem.                        After a snow.

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From —

              The Spell of the Yukon

by Robert Service

There’s gold, and it’s haunting and haunting;

It’s luring me on as of old;

Yet it isn’t the gold that I’m wanting

So much as just finding the gold.

 

Fennboree Five (?)

 

 

2019’s Fennboree

  • will be July 5-7th at Hyde (as in Hide?) Memorial State Park just north of Santa Fe.
  • Friday night campfire and hot dog roast at Site # 47.
  • Saturday pot luck at Shelter # 2.
  • More info here.

66,000 Links North of Santa Fe

66,000 Links North of Santa Fe

Last year’s camping was canceled due to the forest fires, but the Fennboree events were held in town. More on that here and here.

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Good times.

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Good company.

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Good luck!

Douglas Preston discusses —“Extinction is the rule. Survival is the exception.”*… — (Roughly) Daily

Forrest Fenn’s friend Douglas Preston’s novel comes true??? Thought I’d share this since I read a few of his books while under the influence, hoping for hints, if not outright clues, as to where the Fenn treasure is hidden, not necessarily buried. ; )

 

A record of the most significant event in the history of life on Earth, the fossil evidence of the almost-instant extinction of most life on the planet: “The Day the Dinosaurs Died” (Plus- Cope)

via “Extinction is the rule. Survival is the exception.”*… — (Roughly) Daily