Just wanted to let you know that my father called me at 5:30 this morning from the Middle East while on deployment to tell me to get ‘get off my ass and get out into the mountains because everyone there is talking about your hidden treasure. With the weather so great this weekend, I am happy I did get an early start!
This picture was taken in Northern New Mexico, about an hour from Santa Fe. I had been there once before, but only in passing, and thought it would be a good place to explore. We have been out a few times hunting for the treasure, and it has been excellent. The treasure is a great goal, but more important than actually finding it, the hunt provides a reason to go out and really explore the wilderness; to get dirty, crawl around in caves, and cross rivers. Even after going out a few times I’ve begun to notice things I haven’t before, and through the research I’ve done to try and make sense of the poem, I’ve learned a lot about the history, culture, and geography of the mountains around Santa Fe. I feel like I have developed a few insights into the clues, and maybe I have an idea of where the treasure might be, but if I never even come close to finding it, I will still have the appreciation for the land, the growing collection of arrowheads and fossils that I have found, and the memories of amazing days spent in the woods.