Forrest Fenn Turns 88 Today

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

Happy Birthday, Forrest!

purple and red balloons


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.


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.




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)


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.



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.


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.


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. . . .]