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!

Still Curious?

So, this is new. Dal has started a new blog and will share previously unpublished emails from Forrest Fenn regarding The Thrill of the Chase treasure hunt.

[Still no revelations on the solution or location of the found chest.]

Dude!

Here’s his new blog.

Here’s the first entry.

So close on my first trip west…

Not the kind of resolution we hoped for, but a treat never the less. Thanks.

The Finder Comes Forward

Forrest Fenn’s Treasure Chest

This may be as close to closure that we searchers will come. For now, anyway.

Click this for story.

I’m happy to hear his story and understand his desire to remain anonymous, but a certain litigant and judge have made that impossible.

FYI. Dal is shutting down his site, The Thrill of the Chase. (A current message from Shiloh today.)

Dal has made Forrest’s Scrapbooks available to anyone who wishes to download them.

And now, let’s let Fenn and his family rest in peace.

66,000 Links North of Santa Fe

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.

Fenn’s Finale . . . . Rest in Peace

Beneath Fishing Bridge, Yellowstone National Park

Announcement and messages on Dal’s site, here.

More, here.

He passed just a day after many of his searchers gathered in West Yellowstone for a Finale, since he announced in June that the treasure had been found. I’ll share photos of that later, but for now, just pausing to remember his legacy.

66,000 Links North of Santa Fe

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.

Keeper

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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