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

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
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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.

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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Dude!

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)

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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

IMG_20140926_095709_595Play day.

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!

IMG_0018Once the harvest is over, I may have more time for the Chase.

 

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Where the Wild Thyme Blows

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I know a bank where the wild thyme blows….

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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)