100 Years Ago

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On Summer Seas (1916)

The National Park Service was created one hundred years ago.  Yellowstone preceded that, being designated in 1872.  And once upon a time, I dreamed of being a forest ranger.  My imagination had me up in a tower in a sea of green trees–a rather narrow view of the current job description.

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Glacier National Park

 

One of the more unique rangers we’ve met was dressed to the hilt as a French voyageur  and remained in character, impressing our youngest.  I think there was even bread baking involved.

 

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1868 Quetico Superior Route, Passing a Waterfall by Frances Anne Hopkins (Scene showing a large Hudson’s Bay Company freight canoe passing a waterfall, presumably on the French River. The passengers in the canoe may be the artist and her husband, Edward Hopkins, secretary to the Governor of the Hudson’s Bay Company.) (public domain)

That national park was the site of the Rainy Lake gold rush in the mid-1890’s.  Northern Minnesota is not the first place I’d think of when searching for gold.  Better odds, maybe, of finding Forrest Fenn’s treasure chest.

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Forrest Fenn’s Treasure Chest

 

 

Longevity

Don’t you wonder what secrets to a long and happy life Forrest Fenn might share?  (In addition to being extremely fortunate in the outcome of his flying career, I mean.)

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100 years ago

So, I asked him.  Diet?  Exercise?  Are you some sort of vegan?

His response:

This old lady was asked that question. She said she drank 4 Dr. Peppers a day since she was 8 years old. She said her doctors promised she would die at an early age if she didn’t stop. She said, “I’m 104 years-old, still drinking 4 Dr. Peppers a day and my doctors are all dead.”

Wiki-link — Dr Pepper   Interesting:  they sued Coca-Cola back in the fifties.

Once, at the county fair, I tossed rings and won a couple large, glass bottles of Dr Pepper.  I had to give them to my brother because I couldn’t stand the flavor;  tasted too much like prune juice?    Like a lot of other fine things, I acquired a taste for it later in life.

Happy hunting, all!

 

 

Happy 85th Birthday, Forrest Fenn!

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Another year has gone by with no one finding his hidden treasure, but there’s a great tribute to him over on Dal’s site.

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Wishing him many, many more years of “not missing his turn.”

1884: The great Robbery of Hawaii

There be pirates . . .1884 Hawaii  (reblogged below)

and treasures found with imagination

 

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Intrepid on the Atlantic

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Greetings once again loungers on bar stool of the bar of shame. I have yarn for ya

When one thinks of pirate raids in the pacific, one normally thinks of the great buccaneering days of south America in the 17th century or the brief age of the privateers during the war of south American Independence around 1820 or the few acts of gold fever piracy in the early 1850’s. By the time of 1880 piracy and the great buccaneering raids was well and truly a thing of the past. Or where they?

The peaceful pacific was settling down to a more gentle refined era of neocolonialism and island monarchies. It was the age when the missionaries had tamed the mighty cannibals of the pacific and the reckless beachcomber and pirates were a thing of the past. Hawaii was still a independent kingdom not yet a state of the United States.

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New Clue??? Tune in This Afternoon! Forrest Speaks

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New Clue???

February 4th, 2015

News from Dal’s blog.  Forrest will be on Huffington Post LIVE via web-cam about 4:45 ET this afternoon.  (That would be 3:45 CST;  2:45 pm Santa Fe time; and you west-coasters can figure it out yourselves.)

Here’s a link   —

http://live.huffingtonpost.com/

UPDATE

A fun interview with 2 professional treasure hunters and a treasure hider — Forrest Fenn.

Watch it yourself here —  Huffington Post LIVE interview

 

 

The Sonnets

Forrest Fenn is writing poetry again.  I’d love to watch over his shoulder and see him at work. Is it a messy process with lots of words crossed out?  Or does he compose it in his head and only write what works? Does he adhere to form or formula?  Or is he a free spirit, free verse wordsmith?

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English: Title page of Shakespeare’s Sonnets (1609) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Photo credit Wikipedia

Apparently William Shakespeare  worried about leaving a legacy.  At least the young man narrating the Bard’s first  dozen or three sonnets did.  He stood gazing marvelously in the mirror, pondering, and concluded that he’d just have to get married and have a son. {Okay.  That’s more abbreviated than even a Cliff’s Notes version.} But, it made me think of the last chapter in Forrest Fenn’s Too Far To Walk where he gazes with marvel(?) in his mirror in a closing poem.

Legacy~~~

“Oh very young.  What will you leave us this time?” Cat Stevens

Up My Creek

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A week and a half late but a perfect day for it.

(Inre:  Warm waters/Putting In— I made a less than graceful re-entry after the picnic lunch.  I need more practice.)

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Monarchs everywhere lately!

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Where the Wild Thyme Blows

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I know a bank where the wild thyme blows….

Wm. Shakespeare

No wild times in Santa Fe next month.  The Fenn gathering at the Loretto Inn and Spa has been canceled.

I’d like to have attended, and not just to meet the competition, though that in itself might prove fascinating.

And not that it would have been really wild, but you never know.

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English: Wild thyme in the flower bed of a “garden à la française” in the park of the castle of Champs-sur-Marne (Seine-et-Marne), France. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

Favorite Fennisms

 

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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.)IMG_0267

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.

Forrest’s response—

“You’re having too much fun.”

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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.

Decision—

Hmmm?

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?

 

Forrest said,

“Life’s short and getting shorter.”

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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.IMG_0403

 

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

“And what I’ve learned that’s most important is that both countries and people should know enough to just leave other folks alone and do a better job of protecting our planet.”

 

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— 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.

 

The Architect

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According to Forrest Fenn, the poem was written by an architect.

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Barn built by Rich brothers in 1900 on the family farm

 

 

I saw this cool post on ‘poems that look like what they’re about’ and, of course, thought of the Thrill of the Chase treasure poem.

Is the poem a map?

 

Old barn in a valley

Synchronicity.

 

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Some things are built to last, like the poem—

—or the treasure’s resting spot, good for thousands of years.

 

Some things come crashing down—

—like your hopes if/when someone else finds the bronze chest.

 

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(Unless you’ve stored your treasures where they will not rust or be stolen.)