Wishing him many, many more years of “not missing his turn.”
Click on this link for a TV reporter’s interview with the man who hid the treasure.
(Not the treasure trove, of course. Still working on that.)
So when life hands you lemons . . .
Hmmm . . . lemon curd, lemon meringue pie, lemon poppy seed muffins, lemon bars. I’ll think of something.
Five hens, four eggs. (Or 4 1/2?) Pretty good for cold weather and long, dark nights in the coop.
Seems to be the only nuggets I’m finding this year, but really, it’s okay. The yolks are amazingly golden.
A year ago, I set off on my first hunt for the Fenn treasure. I’d hoped to wait until I had a complete solve, but I knew that the snows come early on the northern Rockies. I was confident that the chest was hidden somewhere north and west of Yellowstone, but couldn’t rule out the rest of Wyoming, so off I wandered, with Mr. Waterhigh’s blessing (and/or his desire that I find the gold.)
I emailed Forrest from West Yellowstone and entertained him with my story of not having the right shoes at the waters at the Continental Divide in YNP.
I next emailed him from the Gallatin Valley to wish him a Happy Birthday, and he invited me to Santa Fe for a cup of coffee.
a.) Should I stay on course and hike to a ‘water high’ with just the grizzlies for company, or
b.) should I skip my night at the hot springs, which I really wanted to visit, and set my GPS for Santa Fe?
Really. It was an easy choice.
Besides, I can always go back to Montana with Mr. Waterhigh.
(We spent our 24th or 25th or 26th anniversary there. Next month is our 35th, but he’s tied up this year….)
I was somewhere in Colorado before I got ahold of Mr. W to tell him of my change of plans. He suggested I pull the old Colombo thing as I was leaving. You know, pop back in the door, “Oh. Just one more question, Mr. Fenn….” and hope to catch him off guard with the perfect question.
I didn’t, of course. I was pretty much speechless….
So, I did find treasure south of the mountains when I got to meet the remarkable Forrest Fenn. All in all, it was a fantastic trip/chase.
Possibly my favorite Fennism is found in the Epilogue of his book, The Thrill of the Chase—
— By the way, his 84th birthday is next Friday, so why not surprise him with a “Happy Birthday” wish from all 304 of you blog followers.
(He’s in the phone book, otherwise I wouldn’t post his address–
1021 Old Santa Fe Trail in Santa Fe, New Mexico)
DON’T just show up in his driveway! I’m thinking cards, flowers, chocolates, …. No wait. That’s me.
A toast to Dal Neitzel — his blog, Thrill of the Chase, recently passed the 2 millionth mark! Beginner and seasoned searchers go there for the latest and the most useful information on the hunt for Forrest Fenn’s hidden treasure chest. Thank you.
Dal just added a great story, The Shaft, about one of his excursions last fall that involved a real life character named Harley. Kind of a LOL, edge of your seat story. I also think much could be made of the findings, but maybe that’s just my imagination on the run again.
This puts my stats in perspective. I was so tickled to have passed 250 followers and twenty thousand-some views a couple months ago. It pales in comparison, but I’m not in competition. This site is just a feeder stream to the rivers of info on Forrest’s and Dal’s websites.
Okay. Maybe it’s just a trickle, but it leads readers to more information about the man who wrote the poem with 9 clues
and his books with hints, the man who hid a treasure trove of gold nuggets, coins and jewels, and the story of his life.
Snow is melting. Fevers are rising. Time to get the camping gear ready.
Now just where does that warm water halt???
Rainbows make me smile.
The pot at the end of Forrest Fenn’s Rainbow? I’d be more than smiling.
With springtime right around the corner, the weather in many areas, including here in the Pacific Northwest, will be ‘unsettled’, prime conditions for one of my favorite things: rainbows! Throughout the world’s temperate regions in fact, the change of seasons that is about to happen results in clashes of warm & cool air masses. That means frequent showery weather and a sky that’s often broken into clear and cloudy parts. When the sun is relatively low in the sky, whether morning or late afternoon, and there is precipitation in the area, you’ve got the perfect setup for rainbows.
By the way, all these images are copyrighted and not available for free download without my permission. They are small versions anyway. Click on the image you’re interested in to go…
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How is it that I’ve never heard of this???
I was visiting Jenny Kile’s blog, Mysterious Writings, and clicked on Codes and Cyphers. Fascinating. Right in the CIA courtyard.
Wondering what to do if you find Fenn’s treasure chest? Just a thought, if you have room in your basement? barn? museum?
Myself? I’d keep the jewels. Just what is a coat bracelet, I wonder?
I need to borrow £600,000.
Don’t worry, I’m good for it.
Mark the 27th of November in your calendars everyone. That is the day that Misty, a Diplodocus longus dinosaur goes up for auction at the Summer Place auction house in Billingshurst, England. The 18m long and 6m high dinosaur is estimated to sell for somewhere between £400,000- 600,000 and is one of only a handful of Diplodocus’ in the world. In fact the bones of the Diplodocus are so rare that even London’s Natural History Museum displays a plaster cast that is based on two separate skeletons.
It took a team nine weeks to excavate Misty, after the fluke discovery of the female specimen outside of the Dana Quarry in Wyoming. Famed dinosaur hunter Raimund Albersdoerfer was undertaking an excavation in the quarry when he sent his sons to investigate the area, not expecting them to…
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Now playing on a continuous loop in my head—
The Moody Blues
Oh, yes, I know you’re out there somewhere, somewhere, somewhere,
Oh, yes, I know I’ll find you somehow . . . .
They’re playing in Peoria next Monday. Yay!
Once upon a time
In my wildest dreams . . . .
It sounds like Forrest and the Today Show people have been in touch. Just waiting on Matt Lauer for the timing of the next clue. Getting ready . . . .
“The treasure is not hidden in Idaho or Utah.”—–Forrest Fenn
Here’s the link:
Well. That narrows it down by 168,469 square miles. I can cross one trip off my list and write about where I was going to look.
Darn. It looked like a lot of fun. Wait. Maybe I’ll still go down that canyon. . . .
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