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.

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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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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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.