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Forrest Fenn's Treasure Chest

Forrest Fenn’s Treasure Chest




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?

Trowels and Trenches

I need to borrow £600,000.

Or AU$1,006,629.

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.

MistyIt 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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West Yellowstone & Up the Gallatin (Part IV)


In the morning, the first item on my agenda was to find Dal’s cache in the woods.  His GPS coordinates were of no use to me, but fortunately his instructions were clear, and if precisely followed would lead me to the stash with confidence.  It also didn’t hurt that I’d seen the photos on his blog.  IMG_0336

I’d brought a set of ‘important bear info’ playing cards to leave in the tub.  To make room, I had to choose between a black thing and electric tape.  I took the tape.  IMG_0338Good to go.

The rest of the morning was spent driving down the Madison and checking out the earthquake damage.  I’d been there the day it happened and again when I was ten.  (See Terremoto entry.)IMG_0366


The Hebgen Lake Dam and fishing access was closed for construction/repairs.

Possibility of water high?!

Possibility of water high?!

Surprising how the rocky scars still look fresh.  In fact, across from the Earthquake Visitor’s Center (also CLOSED), I saw an omega blaze and looked quickly down.

OMG!  The Omega?

OMG! The Omega?

Okay, between me and the hidden treasure chest was a rushing river, boulders, and a steep ravine.  Hmm.  I’ll come up from below, I thought.  IMG_0431I drove down to where the valley opened up.  A longer hike than I’d be doing alone in the heat.  Maybe not ever.

I turned around and drove back up the ‘hill’.   Now, there were  2 empty cars parked along the road.  For a moment I panicked and thought they were just ahead of me on the chase.  I parked and started hiking down the slippery slope across from my blaze.  And then I saw them.

It turned out, they were ‘just’ fishing.

IMG_0454I had some time to think there on the slide.  The more I gazed across the river, the more I realized that spot was just not possible to reach safely.  Not for a child, a person of eighty, or even one approaching 60.  Anyone in between, go for it.  You have my blessing.  Go in peace.

Instead of heading north, I went back into West Yellowstone for bear spray, just in case I got brave enough to get in the wood.  And, just to remind myself of the vertical factor this winter while I’m poring over maps, I picked up a 3-D molded plastic version map of the area.  I think we still have a Denver/Rockies one from 28 years ago.
I inquired of the volunteers at tourist info as to where Watkins Creek was.  In addition to printing me a map,  they mentioned  a $6k per week Firehole.  I started out for it, but the tarred road was scant. IMG_0473 I made it a bit past the nice boat launch/campground before I was jarred into turning around. Clearly the movie stars they’d mentioned must fly in.IMG_0474
I only had 6.7 more miles of gravelly washboard to go.  If Mr. W gets that pickup, we’ll try it next year.  Plus, that will give me an extra year to get into shape to reach those aptly (?) named lakes above there. *** Is there an air ambulance available for the over-confident? she wonders.

After lunch, I headed up Highway 191, the Gallatin River valley, to the Soldier’s Chapel.  I’d recently read The Bloody Bozeman, and have to agree with the person who mentioned that Bozeman ought to be named Story.  Bozeman was rather reckless with other people’s lives.

I headed south to where I’d made a reservation for the night.  A welcome thunderstorm passed through that night and drenched the area.  Helpful to those battling a fire or two.  IMG_0345 I planned to attend the chapel service Sunday morning, and then, if I was really brave, I just might have (probably not), ridden the ski lift/tram up Lone Mountain before heading to parts north.
But, there was an email waiting for me.  From Forrest Fenn.
***  If I had kept up with Dal’s blog the day I was packing, I would have realized that a couple of fearless, and healthy, searchers had made the trek up the mountain to not just Lower Coffin Lake, but the Upper one as well.  So, maybe we don’t need that pick-up truck. . . .

New Q & A with Forrest Fenn

I’d been wondering for awhile about Mr. Fenn’s hidden autobiography, the one sealed in a jar in the treasure chest.  Would the finder, if not me, be sharing it with those of us fascinated by the man?

Also, since I’m still mystified by the meanings of the hints and clues, real and imagined, is he planning to publish a book (after the chest is found) that would put us obsessed seekers out of our, well, not misery exactly, but you know?  A cure for whatever we want to call it.

So, I asked him.

His response was quicker than my posting. ***

There is a now a new column/heading on my blog:  Q&A with Fenn.  I’ll add to it as they occur.  I’m  never short of questions, just answers.

You’ll see by his answers why I’m now more motivated to head to the Rockies before the snow flies.  Even if I haven’t had that mental breakthrough so I could go with perfect confidence, I think I’d regret it all winter if I didn’t try at least once.

The other news from Forrest Fenn is that his newest book, Too Far To Walk is headed to the printer’s this week.  I’m already on the waiting list at Collected Works Bookstore in Santa Fe.  It will also be available on his website, Old Santa Fe Trading Co.com.

***  Friday I  had no internet service, and this weekend I headed 3 hours north for a funeral:  95 year-old WWII veteran, tears at the first hymn, and at the 21 gun salute.  “I learned to pray at Normandy,” he’d told the pastor.

New Clue –Forrest Fenn on NBC Today Show

“The treasure is not hidden in Idaho or Utah.”—–Forrest Fenn

English: Clearwater River near Orofino, Idaho

English: Clearwater River near Orofino, Idaho (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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. . . .

Today Show Clue Delayed

Hard to corral . . .

Hard to corral . . .

Forrest Fenn has notified Dal   that the Today Show clue won’t be given until Friday morning, about 0505.  (Click on Thrill of the Chase  blog for the full message.)

I’d guess that’s Mountain Time zone.

Looking forward to it.

Meanwhile, back to my new decoder ring.  ; )

(Re–(Updated) Clues Blues

Forrest Fenn's Treasure Chest

Forrest Fenn’s Treasure Ches

{Now scheduled for Friday, June 28th at 0505 Fenn Time}

For those of you not familiar with the Chase,  Forrest Fenn has been giving out one new clue a month on the Today Show.  It was scheduled for June 17th but got postponed.  Not for the first time.  Last month they made him get up at 3 something in the morning two days in a row.  “Truck trouble,” they claimed.  (Although I suspect the crew was out searching for the treasure on the extra day.)  It’s now scheduled for June 27th (Not the 28th)according to Stephanie (What’s A Blaze) at Chasechat.

So far the clues have been:

  • helpful.  Like don’t dig up old outhouses (people apparently thought that’s what “putting in below the home of Brown” meant.  Not what came to my mind.
  • common sense.  Like, don’t dig up a cemetery.  Again, not something that crossed my mind.
  • vague/general.  Like, it’s above 5000 feet.  Not a surprise since he said it was in the Rocky Mountains.

Rocky Mountains from a height.

Actually, I  don’t mind the generality of the extra hints. I don’t want to hear that it’s been found already.  I still plan to head West as soon as we get the chance.  I say we.  I’m waiting on my husband to clear his schedule.  He’s mildly amused by my new hobby.  Also, I haven’t exactly figured out the poem yet….

Forrest Fenn says all one needs is the poem, which is in the book.

Meanwhile, enjoy the Thrill of the Chase as you search/seek/solve/obsess …..

Tea with Olga

tea time
tea time (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Some things don’t jump out at you until later.

This chapter of The Thrill of the Chase is about a neighbor and friend of Forrest Fenn’s, a bittersweet story. It put me in mind of many things, the line from Robert Frost’s poem, for one, about having promises to keep.

Another was a woman who lived down the hall in the hospital dormitory. She was old, and frail, and worked in the surgery department, as I recall. She was a refugee from the Sudetenland. Quiet.

I dropped off some cherry tomatoes from my Dad’s garden one day. She couldn’t eat them, but insisted on returning the kindness by preparing blintzes for me. A first and best ever for me.

She also shared a bit of her story. I hope I get this right. I think it was well after the Nazi’s had rescued/annexed/invaded the area, and that it was the Russians coming through much later. Either way, soldiers came to the house and demanded that her mother get up to prepare them a meal. Her mother was quite ill and in bed. They beat her anyway. If I knew anymore than that, I’ve forgotten it.

I also don’t know what happened to the sweet woman who made me the blintzes. They closed the dorm, and I’d moved on. She had a daughter in the area.

There are so many stories out there that we never get to hear. Or is it that we don’t “listen good”?

Taos Mtn. from El Prado,New Mexico

So, what did I learn from this chapter of TTOTC? I think it was about making adjustments in the face of reality.

Yes, Forrest Fenn was headed for the summit, the usually icy, snowy peak, but the green of the meadows within the ponderosa and aspen seemed the better choice.

And, that’s why I think he may not have hidden the chest where he originally intended. Just speculation on my part. Like he said, “Indecision is the key to flexibility, . . . .”

Forrest Fenn's Treasure Chest
Forrest Fenn’s Treasure Chest

But then again, he said he “knew exactly where to hide the chest . . . .”

Addendum — June 23, 2013

I just listened to a WGN interview with Forrest Fenn, not sure of the date, in which he said he’d been very certain of where he was going to hide the chest. You can listen to it and find other Thrill of the Chase info at Shaun’s site. (http://www.creationeer.co.uk/forrestfennfacts.htm)

Riches New and Old…

Something Old

Something Old

We just celebrated a 90th birthday in the family.  One of the “Fennster’s”  has a newborn.  Treasures all.

Get a new hat, custom fit.

Get a new hat, custom fit.

If you head west in search of the chest this summer, remember to enjoy the sights along the way—just in case you don’t go home with the gold or bronze.  Find some other nuggets or gems to share.

At least take some pictures so when you approach 90, you’ll have something to jog your memory.

Old barn in a valley

Old barn in an ancient valley