Gold is where you find it. In a poem. After a snow.
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.
“There’ll be no paddle up your creek,
Just heavy loads and water high.”
Nine clues in a poem that will lead you to Forrest Fenn’s treasure chest (somewhere in the mountains north of Santa Fe.
- 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
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.
(Shared from a FB post.). One hundred years since the War to End All Wars. Not enough has changed. As FF once said in a similar way: Why can’t people just let other people alone?
More on the poet: click this.
101 years ago