In case you missed it, Forrest Fenn, a retired Art dealer out of Santa Fe, New Mexico, a seasoned Vietnam Veteran who was shot down twice on missions, and most important an old Texas boy like myself, has hidden an estimated 2 million dollar treasure chest somewhere in the mountains “North of Santa Fe”.
This happened a couple of years ago and from what I can gather there have been thousands of people out looking for it. If anyone has found it yet, they’re not telling. Forrest Fenn has a resource page set up with interviews and blogs about the search here. He also has a memoir out, that, along with the interesting life he’s led, also includes clues to the treasure, the most important clue being the poem, that if “followed precisely will lead to the treasure.
The book can only be bought at Collected Works Bookstore in Santa Fe, and the proceeds go to the book store and to cancer research.
So, I drove up to Santa Fe the other day to buy the book. As I was buying it the clerk asked me if I will be the one who finds the treasure. She said it playfully (I’m sure she get’s all kinds of folk in there looking for the book) but I just shook my head no and said I’m not looking for it.
That may have been a lie. I’m not looking for it “seriously”, in that, I’m not spending every dime I have chasing clues in the boondocks, but I live fairly close to the guesstamated area so I figure, if nothing else, it would make for a good weekend excursion now and then. Plus, I think I have some good ideas on possible locations. Sherlock Holmes I am not though, so don’t expect me to return one of these days a bonified millionaire. Mostly expect me to return, full of scrapes and bruises, smelling like a wet molded pine cone and needing a shower, which if you know me at all, is pretty much heaven for me anyway….
It won’t be very often,. I’m still looking for work, (times are tough out there) but maybe I can scrape enough dough together once in a while to make a trip up north of Santa Fe. Just north though.
Here’s the Poem for anyone interested:
As I have gone alone in there
And with my treasures bold,
I can keep my secret where,
And hint of riches new and old.
Begin it where warm waters halt
And take it in the canyon down,
Not far, but too far to walk.
Put in below the home of Brown.
From there it’s no place for the meek,
The end is ever drawing nigh;
There’ll be no paddle up your creek,
Just heavy loads and water high.
If you’ve been wise and found the blaze,
Look quickly down, your quest to cease,
But tarry scant with marvel gaze,
Just take the chest and go in peace.
So why is it that I must go
And leave my trove for all to seek?
The answers I already know,
I’ve done it tired and now I’m weak.
So hear me all and listen good,
Your effort will be worth the cold.
If you are brave and in the wood
I give you title to the gold.
The book itself is an interesting read, if you like reading about individual histories of folk, and I do. I think Forrest Fenn has led a more than usual interesting life. I’d suggest buying it direct from the store though, Amazon has used copies going for 130 bucks a piece.
And that is my every-now-and-then blog entry. You’re welcome.
Also, some blogs that might come in helpful if you decide to look for it..or just help me.