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

Forrest Fenn Finale Event–Labor Day Weekend

Closure?

Maybe, maybe not.

 Celebration?

Yes.

Where?

West Yellowstone and Yellowstone Park.

Who?

Cynthia is orchestrating it.  Dal is presenting. Toby is streaming it.   Fun and games. Picnic. Brunch. And mixing it up at Bullwinkle’s.

Details at this  Link.  

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Fishing Bridge from below

 

Also, your chance to be in a legacy group photo (socially-distanced, of course) on the Fishing Bridge.

 High noon.

Don’t be late.

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UPDATE– It’s Wyoming.

It’s a start. A new message from Forrest Fenn reveals the treasure was hidden and found in Wyoming. That was my first solve.

Can’t wait to learn more someday.

The message below is posted on Dal’s site:  The Thrill of the Chase.

 

SUBMITTED June 6th, 2020 by Forrest The treasure has been found It was under a canopy of stars in the lush, forested vegetation of the Rocky Mountains and had not moved from the spot where I hid it more than 10 years ago. I do not know the person who found it, but the poem…

via THE CHEST HAS BEEN FOUND!!!!…part fifteen — Thrill Of The Chase

Forrest Fenn Turns 88 Today

To the man who hid a treasure chest in the Rockies:

Happy Birthday, Forrest!

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It’s hard to believe that it’s been 5 years since a birthday wish for Forrest turned into an invitation to visit his place in Santa Fe. Fascinating man. Astounding collections. I treasure the memory.

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A “Personality Galore” Hat Contest… — Thrill Of The Chase

Who doesn’t love a contest? Hats off to Dal and Forrest!

Forrest Modeling Mildew Personality Galore Hat Contest More than three years ago Forrest bragged about Mildew..his hat of dubious distinction. He declared that this hat was the most “interesting” on the blog. Shallow claim. I say. Help me prove the point by submitting a photo of your “interesting hat” to me at: dal at lummifilm…

via A “Personality Galore” Hat Contest… — Thrill Of The Chase

Latest Interview with Forrest Fenn

Here’s a link to the latest interview with Forrest Fenn.

It’s great to see Forrest and Dal and Cynthia again.

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In Case You Couldn’t Be There . . .

Thanks to Toby for this video of the Fenn and Preston chat before the book signing:

 

 

The following are my opinions. I have, on more than one occasion, said and written that the event on May 18, 2017 caused a change in Fenn. He was already tired of the “activity” around the effort to find the treasure he hid. May 18, to me, was the straw that broke the burro’s back. […]

via The End Has Drawn Nigh. — A Gypsy’s Kiss

 

The Junior Oxford Dictionary is Losing Touch with Nature

Forrest Fenn wants to get kids off the couch and out of doors.  What does this news say about our culture when “selfie stick” & “hashtag” replace words like “acorn” and “otter”?                    : (

Sharing this post from Lady Muir:

I was shocked to read the list of nature words removed from the Jr. Oxford Dictionary in the last decade. What follows are excerpts from an essay that explores the intersection between language and life.

via Let Nature Words Live — LadyMuir

Wandering in Wyoming (Part Two of Trip One)

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My sights were set on Montana, but I had time to check out (parts of) Wyoming.  The state is a collection of mountain ranges and basins.  I knew I couldn’t cover it all.  Had to scratch off Como Bluff and it’s dinosaur bone house—but it’s not open to the public anymore.

I planned to cover the Big Horn Canyon/Yellowtail Reservoir on my way home, but there was a huge change of plans along the way.  So, where did I leave off?  Worland. IMG_0149

In the morning I headed for Cody.  First up, the Buffalo Bill Dam in Shoshone Canyon where I met Buck, a volunteer at the Visitor Center.

Buck

Buck

Wonderful, interesting, happy guy who served his country well.

IMG_0190After that, back into Cody to visit an historic church which the gracious man of the collar opened to me.  It has an ancient Wurlitzer organ, of interest to few, but special to me.  I told myself I wouldn’t refer to the church by its nickname, but there it was, on a bronze plaque right outside the door….IMG_0188

Downtown for lunch at the Irma Hotel.  I gazed in the mirror and looked quickly down, to no avail. IMG_0195 I also picked up a neckerchief in case that would be of help in some deciphering I’ve been trying to do.

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After lunch I hit 4 out of the 5 museums at the Buffalo Bill Historical Center where I saw a fetching Fechin, the pre-sale artworks of many talented people, Plains Indian artifacts, natural history exhibits, and so forth.  I skipped the Firearms Museum this time as Mr. W wasn’t along.  (Been there, done that.)

English: Main Entrance to the Cody Firearms Museum

Supper.  A double rainbow.  Discovered it was FF’s birthday, so I sent him best wishes and a note on my (lack of) progress.

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Next up?  I had reservations in West Yellowstone, the Gallatin Valley, and a certain hot springs over the next few days, but . . . .

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To Go or Not To Go . . .

I knew I would regret it all winter if I didn’t get out West for my first TTOTC search, but where was my back up:   my husband couldn’t get away;  a brother just laughed;  my friend needed more notice.

(Really a diaper bag)

(Really a diaper bag)

So, I just did it.  Found a back pack that could easily carry a bronze box, water, and bear spray.  Flashlight.  Check.  Whistle.  Why not?  GPS.  No.  Forrest’s book.  Definitely.

Packed the car.  Took off.  It’s amazing how much ground you can cover at 75 mph.  The vast, flat, empty Nebraska disappeared in a blur.  Made it to Ogallala the first night.  Then came eastern Wyoming.  Hillier.  Also mostly barren.  Until the mountains start looming up out of nowhere.Chugwater, Wyoming

I headed north and stopped in Chugwater, site of an old buffalo jump, a museum (closed), and the state’s oldest soda fountain.

Oldest soda fountain in Wyoming

Since it was 105 degrees F, I indulged in a delicious chocolate malt after wandering the outdoor exhibits.

From there I headed for Buffalo and the Big Horns via Casper.  On the way I took a quick peek at Register Rock and the Oregon Trail ruts near Guernsey.  (See Stephanie’s coverage at her blog ‘What’s A Chase’.)

I passed the reservoir at Glendo, water low, where many ancient layers of rock are visible.  Saw a couple antelope roaming, and a couple raindrops made it to my windshield.  Fort Fetterman was Closed as was the GlenRock Museum.  (It’s not even Labor Day yet, folks.  Not that I minded the lack of crowds on the highways, etc.)  I also saw the bright red gash where they’re cutting Red Mountain for the rock.

At Kaycee I took in the Hoofprints of the Past museum, which had an outstanding number of arrowheads on display.  Down the street was a large bronze of a rodeo rider/singer.IMG_0072

I picked up a book on Wyoming’s geology at the museum in Buffalo.  Also, helpful was the museum in Worland, Washakee.  I tried to memorize the various ages/layers of stone by color and texture. ( Like, where are the dinosaur fossils, the oil, the ocean beds–a visible geologic clock.)

Tensleep Canyon

Tensleep Canyon

The most stunning visually is the Tensleep layer, a swirly red and cream, which I saw coming down out of the Big  Horns.  BTW, there’s a beautiful Meadowlark Lake up there in the woods.

Meadowlark Lake

Meadowlark Lake

Are the Big Horn Mountains part of the Rockies?  Until I hear otherwise from Mr. Fenn, I’m not ruling them out.

[To be continued. . . .]

Terremoto

English: USGS map of Yellowstone Caldera showi...

English: USGS map of Yellowstone Caldera showing earthquake locations. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

The first earthquake I experienced was the Yellowstone event in August of 1959.  Maybe I was 5.  All I remember really is seeing my mother upset in the middle of the night.  We had passed through Yellowstone that day and were in a motel room just west of there.  She thought a semi had rumbled off the road just outside but couldn’t see anything.

Morning Glory poolWe returned to Yellowstone when I was ten, camping in our brand new Nimrod tent trailer.  I do remember that trip, especially the bears banging the trash cans outside in the dark.  We climbed our first mountain, Mt. Washburn.  Gazed in marvel at

Morning Glory pool. I took some shaky black and white photos with a small square camera.

The Mountain That Fell

The Mountain That Fell

The devastation from the earthquake was apparent.  A highway disappeared into a lake.  A house/cabin sat half-submerged.  Giant boulders rested across the valley from the mountains where they rolled down from.  Huge.

Rolled down the mountain, across the valley and up the other side

Rolled down the mountain, across the valley and up the other side

In time, I made sure our kids saw the park, too.  Our youngest was ten. I just looked at the photos;  there’s a camera around her neck.    I used to hear them whine about being the only kids who’d never been to Disney World.  I pointed out that they had climbed a mountain, camped on an ocean beach, and seen every waterfall and cave that we’d ever been close to.  They got it.  I still don’t think they’ve been to Disney World.

My second earthquake (4 of the 6 have been in Illinois) was in the 70’s when I awoke in the night with my bed bouncing up and down.  No.  I didn’t do drugs.  {And now, #7.  Italy again.  Poolside.}

The third was in the 90’s.  I was sitting in the car during Intrepid’s dance lesson when the car started a slow up and down, very subtle bounce.  Sustained.  I looked at the railroad tracks:  empty.  Hmmm.  I listened to the news that evening.  A deep quake had occurred in South America but had been felt in skyscrapers as far away as Toronto.  I was excited so I called the US Geologic guys out in Colorado to report it.  I’m not sure if they made a note of it, but I thought they’d want to know.

The fourth was ten years ago north of Bologna, and the bed was flying sideways in the dark.  Giant headlines in the paper: TERREMOTO.  (I learned a couple other words that trip, including “andiamo”–what John Wayne yelled every time he jumped on his horse to go chase the bad guys–and “basta”–what the waiter kept asking.  I thought he was saying “more pasta?”    “No, no.  I’m stuffed.  No more.”   He just wanted to clear my plate.

The most recent two were in central Illinois.  Again, a bed shook, but first the windows rattled.  Then, later that morning, the aftershock.  I was in the upstairs of a barn.  It swayed.

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Interesting that the New Madrid earthquakes of 1811-12 rang a bell in Philadelphia.  An eye witness said the land rolled so much that trees rocked horizontally.  The Mississippi was re-routed.  They say the fault is due to slip again.  Maybe overdue.  The VA  down that way took the top six stories off its Hospital and reinforced the lower twelve stories.  Just in case.

There is chatter about how the Yellowstone caldera is heating up/acting up/lifting up.  Last time she blew, there was ashfall all the way through Nebraska.  If my search for Forrest Fenn’s TheThrill of the Chase treasure takes me out that way, maybe I’ll tarry scant  if the earth moves.

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English: “At Yellowstone and some other volcanoes, some scientists theorize that the earth’s crust fractures and cracks in a concentric or ring-fracture pattern. At some point these cracks reach the magma “reservoir,” release the pressure, and the volcano explodes. The huge amount of material released causes the volcano to collapse into a huge crater—a caldera.” From nps.gov (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Like Jimmy Buffet sang, “I don’t know where I’ma gonna go when the volcano blows.”