Here’s a link to an OUTSIDE article that lays out what is currently known about the finding of Forrest Fenn’s hidden chest.
And there’s this more comprehensive recent article from the UK, The Daily Mail:
By Abigail Thomas I’ve always been curious about why one chooses fiction for one story and nonfiction for another. For me it’s pretty simple—some stories need to be served straight up. That’s nonfiction. Others need more architecture, that’s fiction. It’s a decision best left to the gut. It has been a long time since I […]What Am I Doing? A Writer at Eighty — BREVITY’s Nonfiction Blog
Just sharing this author’s post because she’s wise.
And because a change has got to come to my site. There is no longer anything I find worthy of sharing in the ongoing saga of who found Fenn’s treasure, or where, or what did the clues in the poem mean…
I’ve been toying with switching over to a literary magazine format for quite awhile. In fact, I only started The Fenn Diagrams as an exercise to learn how to run a blog/website, an author’s website, to be more specific. And now, nine years on, (really?) it’s time to pull the plug. I held on thinking there would actually be some closure, certainly within a year of Forrest Fenn’s death. It hasn’t come. Sadly.
So the annual renewal is about to come due. I don’t know how soon I’ll flip this or how (cold turkey or melding or ???) But, if anyone wants to follow along, I think that the first story I post will be one that I shared with Forrest and he shared with Dal (and possibly Douglas Preston.) Both veterans approved. It was a story about a vet and had already been published in an online lit mag.
After that, maybe I’ll post the short story that won first place in the Minneapolis Writers Workshop Conference. But who knows?
Busy times here.
I’ve got to count all the bees in the hive here in the 100 acre wood.
Not everyone got the same thing. Door prizes. This was mine. Love it.
It’s going in the map chest Mr. W altered for me to store my arrowhead collection in.
I would love to have chosen the signed book, Seventeen Dollars a Square Inch, about artist/renaissance man Eric Sloane, but my number was called too late for that gem, or Copper Dan’s magnificent art pieces.
Much appreciation to those whose efforts made the event possible. I was looking for closure in the form of the true solution to the clues in the poem, but that’s not looking likely at this point.
All in all, what a great Finale. Rest in peace, Forrest Fenn.
Searchers (not “finders”) gathered for a weekend of fun.
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.
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.
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…
Here’s a link to the latest interview with Forrest Fenn.
It’s great to see Forrest and Dal and Cynthia again.
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. […]
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From the man himself (via Dal’s site):
SUBMITTED JUNE, 2017 by Forrest When I said the treasure was not hidden in Utah or Idaho it has been my plan to not narrow the search area further. But in the light of a recent accident, and in the interest of safety, I feel it necessary to alter that plan. The treasure chest is…
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.
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.
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.
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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