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The Poem

I love poetry.  I have since I was a kid.  I used to take books with me when I’d go walking out in the woods behind our house and sit beneath a tall oak tree and read.  Elliot, Wordsworth, Thoreau, Service.  I especially enjoyed the writings of Robert Service.  He wasn’t very subtle in his poetry, unlike other poets who I think tried too hard to seem intelligent.  What he wrote about, mostly, was wild men of the west, particularly the North West.

I was working in Alaska a few years ago, Cordova to be exact.  One of the few days I had off, I strolled into Orca Book and Sound book store there and found The Illustrated Robert Service.  It was costly as most things in Alaska are, but I bought it anyway.  I figured I was making some good money and could spare a bit of change for something to read in my bunk between shifts.

It’s a nice book.  I’m glad I bought it.  It kept me from getting too homesick many a night as I lay there, the sound of floors creaking, seagulls squawking, men snoring and the ocean pounding the shore just outside.

If you never read Robert Service, might I suggest you go to a local bookstore and pick up a used copy of one his volumes?  Google just isn’t the same as holding a book in your hands and letting the words seep into your skin.  Simple, his poetry might be, but I think it strikes a cord with every man whose ever had fanciful dreams of striking out into the wild to see what he’s made of.  That, and finding gold.

“I panned and I panned in the shiny sand, and I sniped on the river bar; But I know, I know, that it’s down below that the golden treasures are;
Clancy of Mounted Police
‘Tis pale and grim by the Polar rim, but seek and ye shall not fail.’
“And lo! that night I too did dream of my mother’s sister’s son,
And he said to me: “By the Arctic Sea there’s a treasure to be won.
Follow and follow a lone moose trail, till you come to a valley grim,
On the slope of the lonely watershed that borders the Polar brim.”
Then I woke my pals, and soft we swore by the mystic Silver Flail,
‘Twas the hand of Fate, and to-morrow straight we would seek the lone moose trail.
– The Ballad of Northern Lights
Just a couple of snippets for your pleasure.   I find it interesting that the first time I walked into to Collected Works bookstore and got a copy of The Thrill of the Chase, the first thing that came to mind was my copy of The Illustrated Robert Service.
I’d bet a dollar to a quarter that somewhere on Mister Fenn’s bookshelf lies some Robert Service poetry…
No Reason I think that… just saying.
Anyway,  just some random thoughts for you.  In other news, I finally landed a job and start training next week. My wife will be giving birth to my son somewhere around the 30th.  Its likely I will miss it.  We’ll see if I can convince my boss, to give me a day off, even though I’ve just started, but if not, well, as a wise woman has said to me more times than I can count, in my life, “Ya Gotta do, what you Gotta do.”
So there’s that.  Treasure Hunting is on hold for the moment, but I wish the best to those of you out and about. Be careful. Watch out for Bears, snakes, and Reality Shows.
We’ll see ya in the woods. (Maybe)
– Ricky
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Forrest Fenn and the Elusive Treasure of Santa Fe

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.
-Forrest Fenn

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. 🙂

Dal Neitzel’s Blog

Mountain Walk

Mark Dreyer’s Blog


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