A “Personality Galore” Hat Contest… — Thrill Of The Chase

Who doesn’t love a contest? Hats off to Dal and Forrest!

Forrest Modeling Mildew Personality Galore Hat Contest More than three years ago Forrest bragged about Mildew..his hat of dubious distinction. He declared that this hat was the most “interesting” on the blog. Shallow claim. I say. Help me prove the point by submitting a photo of your “interesting hat” to me at: dal at lummifilm…

via A “Personality Galore” Hat Contest… — Thrill Of The Chase

“Once Upon a While”

Save the Date! Forrest’s new book, Once Upon a While, launches November 2nd.

Book Signing at La Fonda

Of note: Forrest intended to leave his car in the parking lot of the Denver Museum of Nature and Science.P1080035

 

Read the enlightening forward by Douglas Preston by clicking the link above.  He references Codex, the book he wrote based on his knowledge of Fenn and his plan for hiding the treasure chest.

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Forrest Fenn’s Treasure Chest

 

I read that book early in my search (along with several other of Preston’s suspense/horror novels, and then I read his tale of his retracing of Coronado’s journey north from the border of Mexico.IMG_0068

 

(Re-)Inspired?   Why not shoot for the moon?

Serendipity II close

A Sight to See on my Next Trip to Colorado

Sharing a link to this blog about a Russian artist who carves gemstones:

Following up on my last post regarding my at times overzealous interest in geology and pretty much all subfields therein, it’s only fitting to admit the #1 reason we decided to visit this particular museum over any others. We (and by that I mean ‘me’) had been undecided on which museums in Denver we were […]

via The Gem Carvings of Konovalenko- Denver, Colorado — Sleepy Coffee and Fables

The Junior Oxford Dictionary is Losing Touch with Nature

Forrest Fenn wants to get kids off the couch and out of doors.  What does this news say about our culture when “selfie stick” & “hashtag” replace words like “acorn” and “otter”?                    : (

Sharing this post from Lady Muir:

I was shocked to read the list of nature words removed from the Jr. Oxford Dictionary in the last decade. What follows are excerpts from an essay that explores the intersection between language and life.

via Let Nature Words Live — LadyMuir

Fathers and Sons

Marvin and Forrest Fenn

Lawrence and Dan Fogelberg

Yours and mine

    “The Leader of the Band”FogelbergBand

1942 DeKalb All Grade School Band Concert

Dan Fogelberg‘s father Lawrence

Dan certainly had a way with words-

                  “I’m Just a living Legacy to the leader of the band”

2nd verse:  “A quiet man of music
Denied a simpler fate
He tried to be a soldier once
But his music wouldn’t wait
He earned his love through discipline
A thundering, velvet hand
His gentle means of sculpting souls
Took me years to understand”

It puts me in mind of Marvin Fenn as school principal and Forrest’s tales of lessons learned.  (See the books.)

Full lyrics here: Dan Fogelberg – Leader Of The Band Lyrics | MetroLyrics

Pondering

Pondering

1972 Dinosaur National Monument

(Missing my Dad, too)

First fish?

 

Happy Fourth of July

First fish?

First fish?

When I was a child, the 4th meant an outdoor fish fry at my grandparent’s and a contest for the biggest fish caught in the backyard pond.  I won once with an ugly bullhead.

I went on to bigger and better fish stories.  One, How Not to Catch a Muskie.  Short version:  I caught one, but was by myself without a camera. (My husband agreed to watch the baby so I could get out early.)  It’s a good thing, however, that no one in the far off boats had a video camera.  It might have shown up on America’s Funniest. I had it in and out of the boat a few times while I looked up the regulations, tried to measure it, put it back.  A bit excited, I started the motor to roar back to the cabin before I remembered to pull up the anchor.

That was a while ago.  Later on I found fishing a bit frustrating.  I’d be baiting hooks for one child or untangling knots, while the youngest, (Intrepid, remember her), would be tossing toys, and then the worms, over the side of the boat to watch them disappear.

And then, oh, joy, in Minnesota, my husband got a fish finder.   After he’d get tired of criss-crossing the lakes and complaining about the lack of fish biting, I’d suggest a spot to stop and drift across.

“No, hon, please don’t even use the trolling motor.”

It kinda bugged him when I would then pull in a northern or two.  {Not complaining. Really.  He’s a keeper!}

Lewis and Clark but not in the Rockies

That picture at the top is my dad and grandpa, and my grandma’s shadow.  I come from a long line of fishermen.  Some of my earliest memories are of camping in an already ancient army umbrella tent, and having to pee in the minnow bucket when our family of 5 was way out on a big lake in a rowboat with a tiny Johnson outboard.  Those were my mom’s years of untangling kids’ fishline.

I’ll have to look for a picture of the tent.  It’s one my great-grandmother used when she went to Traverse City to escape the pollen down here.  I remember the smell of the old canvas.  One of my first memories is of lying on the floor of that tent during a dark and stormy night watching my mom hold the center pole upright in the wind, thunder and lightning.  I asked her later where Dad was.  Out watching the storm, she said.

Misty morning in Glacier National Park

Misty morning in Glacier National Park

He knew things.  Like, “Put your back to the wind.  The storm will come from the left.”

I mentioned the Nimrod in an earlier post.  It occurs to me that many readers might be clueless, so here is a photo when it was 8 yrs old.  Out west.  You pull out the sides, prop them up, and pull out poles and snap the tent to the sides, and Voila!  The boys got one side, my folks, the other.  I got the convertible bench seat/dining table/bed that my carpenter father built in.

nimrod at dinosaur

Hmm. The Utah side of the park is out of the Thrill of the Chase search, but that leaves the Colorado side. . . .

That was it’s second trip out west.  There was one big loop out east, swinging through Detroit, Canada, Maine, Niagara Falls, and back to a great beach on the Canadian shores of Lake Huron.  Still a great site.  About the only place my husband will camp.  (Cabins are okay, but someone has to do housework…..People pitch in when you camp.)

Oops.  I mentioned a couple of my favorite places.  At least I didn’t put too fine a point on it.  That’s one reason I never wanted to be travel writer—didn’t want to attract a crowd and spoil the peace and quiet of special places.

Columbine

Columbine