On The Hunt…Part Two


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On Saturday after Irene, Marty and Margie headed for home Forrest and I started working on a new series of interviews and some demos for this blog.

Forrest and Tesuque. Forrest is the one on the left.

Forrest and Tesuque. Forrest is the one on the left.

I’ll add links to each video as I get them edited.

We started with a fly tying demo. Do you know how to make a lure to attract a hungry trout to your line? Forrest does. Remember he was a fishing guide in Yellowstone starting when he was twelve. He made his granddaughter promise that she would only fish with flys she tied herself.


A Woolley Worm…or maybe it’s a Squirrel Tail…

Forrest says that you only need to know how to tie two flies to catch trout all season long, a Woolley Worm and a Squirrel Tail, and he shows us how to tie both…

Fly tying in the Fenn household is a family event. Even Cody helps out.

Cody volunteers some precious tail hair for a fishing fly

Cody “volunteers” some precious tail hair for a fishing fly

Next we went out to Forrest’s very own pottery shard pile in his backyard where we got the lowdown on southwest pottery making and decorating. You’ll wish you had a shard pile in your backyard.

The shard pile is full of lessons about southwest culture

The shard pile is full of lessons about southwest culture

From the shard pile we moved to Forrest’s book collection where he shows us some of his extremely unique books. I love his books. I think you will too.

Signed by Fredrick Remington and given to President Teddy Roosevelt.

Signed by Fredrick Remington and given to President Teddy Roosevelt.

From books we moved over to Forrest’s lab where he showed us some amazing finds from his pueblo at San Lazaro. This was a lot of fun as Forrest pulled out marvel after marvel from his beautifully maintained collection.

A lovely bowl meticulously puzzled back together

A lovely bowl meticulously puzzled back together

So what do you think this is and when is it from?

So what do you think this is and when is it from?

One more interview before I had to leave. The subject was his new book. Will it have clues? Will reading it make me smarter?

Forrest in his favorite chair talking about things we'll want to hear about

Forrest in his favorite chair talking about things we’ll want to hear about

230PM Sunday, April 14th. Mile 2,126

Forrest and Peggy wish me a smooth trip home. They are terrific folks.

Forrest and Peggy in they Foyer. Finally, everyone has gone home.

Forrest and Peggy in their foyer. Finally, everyone has gone home.

On the road again. There is a spot I want to check out in Utah that I’ll pass by on the way back to Washington State.

Look at this road. It’s begging me to let the truck explore it.

Man. I get really sucked onto a road like this. I just know it's going to take me somewhere good!

Man. I get really sucked onto a road like this. I just know it’s going to take me somewhere good!

So I do. Off we go. I am as happy as I can be. The road is old but unruffled. My windows are down. Spring is in the air. The horizon looks spectacular. Esmerelda is running smooth and has a big grin on her face. She loves this kind of traveling. Not certain where we are or where we’re headed but it sure looks interesting.

Fascinating topography

Fascinating topography

Then I see another road that looks even more tempting. Esmerelda tells me to go for it.

The road less traveled

The road less traveled

Then it happens. Stuck good…I have no one to blame but myself. I pull out the ice axe and start digging poor old Esmerelda out.

Stuck fast in middle of nowhere, Utah.

Stuck fast in middle of nowhere, Utah.

Stuck again. Gotta stop doing this on my trips.

Stuck again. Gotta stop doing this on my trips.

It takes three hours to extract Esmerelda from her predicament. No Yellow Hat comes to my aid. The situation is worsened by the fact that her left front wheel is just a few inches away from a massive red ant colony. I consider them for a moment. thousands live in that hill. Maybe tens of thousands. I have to dig Ezey out without upsetting the ants because I well remember being swarmed and bitten by those little creatures in the past. They are not like the peaceful black ants we have at home. These guys attack and their bite hurts like a bee sting. Some folks are allergic to them. I am not but I still want no trouble with them.

Arrgh...red ants

Arrgh…red ants

The day is now nearly over. I am covered in sand. Esmerelda is covered in sand. The only thing left to do is find a shower for me and a carwash for Ezey.

On the way we pass a tourist trap empire. I have always planned to stop here some day. I still want to. Today is not the day.

A favorite family stop for years in red rock country.

A favorite family stop for years in red rock country.

Home at midnight on Tuesday total mileage = 3,553. No treasure but a lot of great memories. And Esmerelda gets me there and back once more.

My take away from this trip is..”Take the road less traveled but be prepared to spend a little extra time in the trenches.”


95 thoughts on “On The Hunt…Part Two

  1. Love the pics and stories. Look forward to the interviews with FF. I took that exact same pic of hole in the rock just a few weeks ago. I had never been to Utah. After awhile all those huge rock mountains become intimidating……beautiful area but I wouldn’t want to live there.

    • haha Forrest! Great to see you…thanks for checking in on the blog. We are all working so hard to find your treasure so you can get your life back asap lol. Hope you’re doing well. Thanks so much for this amazing experience. It has been just awesome…every day a new adventure. Thank you!! 😀

  2. Dal, we’re going to have to buy you a new shovel if you keep getting stuck.
    Forrest looks like he got a little sun, maybe he’s been out in the desert checking up on his stash.

  3. Hey there. Been lurking for a while now, while family issues took over last couple months…..love your writing Dal, as always, and so glad to hear your narrative voice again. More please?

    So – you’re near the borders, eh? Rough, gorgeous country. You must need some lemonade.

    • Hey Melanie. I went right by your neck of the woods stopped in town to see the gallery but they were closed…
      Anyway…You probably already looked in all that border country.

      • Yup. I live smack in it, too. Walk it every day. Given what I find on my walks I surmise others are still actively interested in it, tho. Go Dogs, go. It might be right there under my freakin’ nose and I can’t smell it.

        This hunt, even the idea, is a sort of bliss, yes?

  4. Hi Dal, I’ve been stuck in the desert before, usually high centered and once with a disintegrated generator pulley. There’s something irresistible about deserts. Have you been keeping the coyote with you? I would be carrying it around with me.

    • Ohh…jeese..I didn’t bring that coyote. Your right. I’ll put that fetish in the truck tomorrow morning…
      Thanks for reminding me…

  5. @Dal
    Great stories and pictures………Esmerelda is a real trooper.

    Got a shot of Hole-N-The-Wall…….you remembered.

    I love southern Utah, Canyonlands, Arches, Island In The Sky, Dead Horse Point……I hope you’ve taken time to stop and see some of the most breath taking landscapes on the planet.

    • Stephanie. Got an idea: You could drive here from Chicago, spend the night, check with Jen on where she lives in Okla. – pick her up and head for New Mex. We have maps of so many ways to New Mex. Can your family let you go treasure hunting in Sept.? We don’t have any kids, just 2 cats, and our cats wonder when we are going on a trip, and then they go to boarding at vet, and that doesn’t make them happy at all. Oh yes, you all could rent a car, and then you and Jen could have such a good time hunting while I await Sept. to go hunting! Maybe an impossible idea for you and Jen, but worth a try.

      • Sounds like so much fun Sandra and wish I could. The whole reason I take so many trips is because I care for my Dad who has Parkinsons. Then I have two kids, but they’re actually getting to be pretty independent with us leaving for a few days here and there. Forrest’s chase has inadvertently caused so many positive things to happen in my life. I look forward to hearing about your trip when it happens and who knows…maybe I’ll jump on a plane and be in a similar search spot. I’m very impulsive when it comes to a good time to be had 😉

        • Stephanie. Here is a link about Lucien Maxwell. Notice where he is from. He is connected to so much of the land some bloggers are going, plus I’m pretty sure Forrest and Dal are familiar with this history – just sending this as a reference of history in the Taos area: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lucien_Maxwell. Now, I’m going to the Abiquiu info thru links and see what you might want to read as reference

    • Hi, Stephanie, you have never seen red ants? You’re so lucky. When I was a little girl I sometimes had to walk home from school which was several miles. I went to Sacred Heart Catholic school and they didn’t have any buses. Anyway, my brother decided one day to take a “short cut” through some empty lots and talked me into going with him. The “short cut” was nothing of the sort and at some point I got really mad and stopped walking and told my brother I wasn’t going one step further. I was tired and hot and really frustrated. I stamped my foot to make my displeasure more clear to my brother. Well, it appears I had stopped on a red ant pile and when I stamped my foot, they came charging out of their hole and up my legs. I was wearing one of those catholic school girl jumpers, you know those awful red plaid things we were forced to wear, so needless to say, no pants. I didn’t even notice them crawling on me because I was too busy crying and throwing a fit. But I sure noticed when they starting biting. I won’t tell you about the screaming. I won’t tell you about the running around in circles trying to madly swipe those things off me. I won’t tell you about my brother laughing hysterically and regaling his friends for years with stories about that day. I will tell you that I now look down before I stamp my feet.

      • Cloud-
        Thats the worst. I have great respect for Red Ants (I even capitalize their name). They are so small they can be all over you and you don’t even know it until they all seem to bite and sting at the same time. The buggers hold on with their jaws and then sting you too. Double whammy. There can be hundreds of them on you before you know it. They can get on babies and pets and become a nightmare. The southwest has a lot of surprises.

        • My sister keeps telling me that I have every species of ant known to man existing on my little acre and a half that I live on and that my nephew has been bitten by all of them. I think she’s hinting that I do something about it but I’m not sure.

      • Awww cloud!!! That’s horrible. I think we need to have Dal include blog space so we can unload our brother stories. I had two and was in the middle. My odds weren’t good when I left the womb.

        My favorite story was when my brothers were shooting bottle rockets out the tiny bathroom window. All three of us were watching as he lit one which caught the others on fire that were sitting in the window sill. My two brothers ran from the bathroom and closed the door. I flew into the shower unable to escape. One of the most terrifying moments of my life….hmmm, till I met forests chase lol.

        • Yes, Stephanie, I agree. I have many brother stories just as horrible as the one above that need to be told. So that I can recover…..so that I can finally recover. Dal you sound like my brother. How many sisters recovering from brother torture do you have?

        • I’m two years older than my brother and I dished it out too when it comes to sibling torments. He might have done more though. Yeah, I’m pretty sure he did. But Goofy, he was never evil just mischevious and I miss him dearly as he lives in Palmer, Alaska and visits to reminisce about our childhood are few and far between. When my mother had a dissected aorta and had to be flown to Denver in December, my brother and I were there with her with one of my sisters. We ended up staying there for a month and we spent many long days discussing the Thrill of the Chase. He has a lot to do with my current interpretation of the poem. I’ve been several times to the place he and I believe holds the chest and I still can’t rule it out. He’s coming to Albuquerque in June for a conference with his job so who knows, maybe the headlines will read, “Brother and Sister Finds Treasure!”

  6. Thank you for sharing Dal! You certainly make every trip out a full adventure! Can’t wait to see the interviews. It’s funny that you thought to actually take a picture of the red ants. 🙂

  7. Thank you for sharing Dal! That was a wonderful story! I love your writing style! I am glad you got unstuck!! We are all going to have to pitch in and buy you a new ice axe soon if you keep getting stuck! 😉

  8. Nice story Dal, you really live a great adventure and Im totally jealous of your travels. Maybe someday. Always looking forward to more stories and updates from you and thanks for always sharing. I like that you see a road and it calls out to you. I have been in many, many situations like this and I always talk myself right into, well, Just checking them out a bit to see whats there, promising myself not to go too far only to be digging myself out and laughing the whole time(well part of the time). I always see the dig as more important than the safety of passing up on the chance to learn whats out there at the ends of those roads. Glad you made it home safe and hope you treat Ezey for all her faithfulness.

  9. Another great road trip, Dal. Thanks for all you do!

    Mr. Fenn, I was glad to see you looking rested. I’m sure this has been like living in a zoo. You’ve brought excitement and new wonder to the life of this old Texas gal. I’m on this hunt like a tick on a hound dog despite having to make most of my searches mental ones due to the bankster boys and their friends.


  10. Thanks for the great story and pictures of your adventures Dal! It looks like you are well prepared for getting stuck seeing that board under your wheel. Glad you didn’t disturb those red ants as they are vicious!

    Looking forward to your videos – always interesting and informative. 🙂

    • I saw a large wooden box on the side of the road on the way in. When I got stuck I went back to grab a plank from it. I don’t know why it was there other than to help me get unstuck.

      • Dal ! Are you trying to tell us you found the treasure ? ! ?

        You went Alone In There to the desert,
        out in the Blaze-ing hot sun,
        Down a dirt road that looks like a Canyon thru the sagebrush,
        had to Look Quickly Down to see those ants,
        used the Wood to get unstuck,
        you used the ice-axe to dig out because you had No Paddle (shovel),
        you were gone a Weak (week),
        Esmerelda got her Tire(d) stuck in the sand,
        those ants weren’t red; they were Brown and you found their Home,
        you put 3k miles on Ezey which is Too Far To Walk but Not Far compared to the 276k miles on her odometer,
        and here’s the clincher: you Begin this trip in Lummi island and Lummi rhymes with tummy and when you drink Warm Water (coffee, you’re from the pacific northwest, of course you drink coffee) then it Halts in your tummy!

        It all matches up! You dog!

      • How can you stand to leave! That’s lovely up there, simple stunning place, especially
        now that it’s becoming summer. Hope you are a serious fisherman. BTW, just read your two coyote tales for the first time on your site, you may have missed your true calling. Thanks.

  11. Hey Dal, I too love driving in the desert, and I really miss Arizona since I moved here to southwest Washington. I’ve been stuck on the trail a few times myself, and I bet you can tell immediately between “oops, the rear left is spinning in the sand, might as well have an ice cold bottle of water and snap a few pics before I dig out” and “oh.. my.. God.. that sounded expensive. I knew I should have stopped and bought ice. Is this my last bottle of water? I hope I can use this broken Frisbee as a shovel. Do those look like thunderclouds?”

  12. @ Dal,I work out of town and away from internet and boy it sure is nice! Brings back the good ole days.Just got home and checked in on the blog.Very nice pics! That rascally f sure looks cagier every day!Thanks for your unabated devotion to the TOTC! Semper Fi Marine! Back to the hunt for a day or two…

  13. Dal; Truly enjoy your stories and good to hear from Mr. Fenn again. We have an old white Dodge named Casper who has 200,000 on him. About 30,000 of those carrying us, the dog and pulling our house behind. He is retired now, just short trips. 2 or 3 hundred milers. We have a little red Jeep, Rocky, now for long hauls and hope he makes a good show for trip to NM in June. Have spent many hours sitting and watching ships up and down the sound, You live in a beautiful state. Keep up the stories and keep the shovel handy

  14. Dal,
    Amazing narrative and I loved living vicariously. Sadly, I know exactly where the treasure is, but aren’t driving through NM until Oct. 😉 — chuckle … I took a different bead on the home of the Brown, but I love your logic trail!!

    Good thing my wife has already agreed to let us stop and hunt for a day as we move from CA to VA. I hope to at least leave with a fun memory or two, as you seem to have done!

    Cheers to F for giving dreams a place to grow!


  15. Glad to read your blogs Dal. I’m getting the hang of it. Stephanie and Jen have written. Sure hope more come to Santa Fe early Sept. (13-14). Wish I could meet everyone. We will also be in Taos 2 days. It’s the season for B&B guests, keeping the farm looking pretty, and every evening reading the blog. Bill has had ankle surgery, so taking care of him for about 3 weeks and then he goes off to the Gettysburg battle – he has been a re-enactor for years. I’m do agree about the 2 parts to the treasure, 42 lbs. divided, and can it all be packed into my back pack if we found it. We only have two days each place to hunt. Albuiqui is another stop for us. I don’t understand the two layers of the poem. As I reader of literature and poetry, I question that. Oh yes, meeting John Paul when we arrive in Santa Fe, and Stephanie are the girls in the blog wearing pink or yellow ribbons. John Paul has to recognize me, so what color should I wear around my long pony tail. I’m looking at the 2012 blog to see if there is a tie-in to something I’m working on in research. I love research (English teacher habit you know). If you and Jen do plan a trip let me know. I’ll give you some ideas on lodging. We’ve been thru Okla. to New Mex. many times. Sure liked Dal’s photos.

    • Hi Sandra, It’s fun to hear about your trip. Definitely wear pink 😉 Glad you’ll get a chance to meet with JP. It’s fun to meet other Chasers. Wish I could be there in Sept…who knows…maybe I’ll find a way to support this wonderful addiction and I’ll be there. Stephanie

      • Thanks Stephanie for writing. I had that idea of you coming here, then to Okla., and then N.Mex. But, that’s a silly idea because you have family who you can’t leave. You know Amtrak goes from Chicago to St. Louis, right thru my town Warrensburg, Mo., and then connections to Santa Fe. Bill took such a trip a couple of years ago to attend a writer’s conference and meet Tony Hillerman. Bill had a lot of fun on train to Albuquerque. Lots of friendly people, prices fine for breakfast, and seeing Raton and other places in early dawn was really great for him. Best trip alone he had in a long time. I’m still trying to put the pieces together to help. I thought a key was into play about the chest, because one “can look down” and then I focused on something that could be found by a child and not in a dangerous place that would lead to the chest. I’m going to do some research in Abiquiu on internet. Bill and I have been to Ghost Ranch. And the past land grants comments on the blog reminded me to Lucien Maxwell. I’ll send a link just for reference. He married into a family of land grants that covered most of New Mex., especially Taos. Mr. Maxwell was from a town south of St. Louis. The town he was from has a story all its own. Get back with you later. That’s for being a blog pal.

        • I hope you research Georgia O’Keeffe, That was fun for me to learn more about. When I saw Pedernal in person it was so cool to see something with such a simple shape and to know instantly I had seen it before. It seems hard to believe that it was so identifiable to me….someone who hadn’t seen many mountains at that point especially. She just seems so interesting. I really love the photos of her that her husband took and I love the story between them. Their relationship was so difficult which for some reason seemed so interesting to me. Hearing how she lived out here alone without him for parts of the year in such rough conditions…very interesting. I did know that about Amtrak. My two biggest issues with searching is time(because of family responsibilities) and money. Otherwise the train would be a fun thing to add to a trip, but it just takes too much time and surprisingly it’s more expensive than a plane. Stephanie

  16. First time posting…I went out searching for the treasure a couple weeks ago. I had researched the poem, read the book, kept up with the blogs for months… Then, waited for the weather to clear. We left on Friday morning for the 20+ hr. drive. I was so certain I had figured it all out. I felt I had the correct WWWH, HOB, End Drawing Nigh, No Paddle Up Creek, Blaze, etc., all nine clues, actually more than nine… Now, after going there and searching my spot (plus several others), I guess I have to come to the realization that I was not Wise, I was Wrong! It’s so disheartening! I’m sure many of you can relate to this feeling… No treasure. We then packed up the truck and headed home. Then, on Tuesday evening, after driving 10 hours, I got online at the motel and saw that there were two guys (treasure hunters – Nate Kiser & Brody Valerga, http://www.ksl.com/?nid=148&sid=24953902 They were sure they had located the spot the treasure was hidden, all clues matched, and they were going to wait until Thursday to leave so they could hear Forrest’s next clue on the Today Show. I felt a sick, nervous feeling coming over me. I felt they were going to my spot and were going to find the treasure. “How can I feel this way if I had just come from there and searched it myself?” Needless to say, I was very upset the rest of the way home. I then wished we had packed the metal detector to be able to search more thoroughly. (leaf debris and downed trees/brush that made it difficult to search) So, after we got home Tuesday evening, I got online and booked 2 round-trip tickets to fly back out the next day to look again with the metal detector. Crazy, I know! Wednesday afternoon we got on the plane and headed back to the spot with metal detector in hand – rented a 4WD at airport and was back at the spot before 10 a.m. on Thursday. I was just waiting for the two treasure hunter guys to show up any second, and see us searching with the metal detector… ”This could get ugly, but, they never showed, and neither did the treasure. “Huge Disappointment”… I never did hear anymore about those two guys and their search, has anyone else? “Who are those guys?” Anyway, I just thought I’d share this with all of you…I enjoy reading your posts, and also, Thanks Dal, for all you do.

    • I could relate to every word you spoke. I think your getting wise. The people who haven’t been out to search their spots…don’t know yet what we know….they will though. Thanks for telling your story.

    • @NotSoWise
      Wow……40 hrs. driving and then a plane trip; that’s quite a story, and well written. Thanks for letting us know about your search.

      I’ve got a hundred questions…..but I’ll only ask one. If I’m being too nosy just ignore me.

      Are you satisfied the treasure is not in your spot or are you planning another trip?

      • @Goofy_Old_Guy
        Yes, it was quite a trip! And yes, I guess I have to be satisfied that the box is not in my exact spot, especially after searching it twice. Plus, the second time was with a metal detector which made me feel even more certain my “Blaze” was just incorrect. “It all seemed to fit so perfectly, in so many ways” I do want to continue researching the general area, looking for another blaze, but this past trip was expensive and I had just lost my job the day before we left, so no more plane rides for me! I’m trying to get a friend I worked with involved in TTOTC. He lost his job also. We’ve got the time, but not a lot of money. BTW… Had you heard of those two guys I mentioned, Kiser & Valerga? I wonder why KSL didn’t do a follow-up on their story…I also wonder where they searched…

        • @NotSoWise
          Thanks for the response……Yep we knew about Kiser & Valerga, there was quite a discussion about them. I haven’t heard anything about them sense………..They will probably be found wandering the wilderness in a Fennoholic depressive state with self inflicted head wounds from beating their heads against their blaze.

          Sorry to hear about your job…….hopefully things will work out for the better for you. Work has been much better than I expected this spring and there’s a group that wants to pay me to search for the treasure……..I’m still thinking that one over.

          Hang in there and good luck on your future searches.

  17. Nice post, Dal. I made that same drive from Washington state several times last year, so know it well. Just watch your speed on 191 in Utah…I was welcomed to the state twice within a four hour period by Utah troopers. The first one was nice, the second not-so-nice. Ready to bury my head in the hole in rock after that experience. Great memories though. Plan to head back that way soon, just need a new flashlight and sandwich fixin’s.

  18. Great photos! Thanks so much Dal and welcome home. That must be one heck of a drive. I bet the scenery is beautiful though. I love it up there in the Pacific Northwest. It is so green and lush in comparison to the dry high desert down here. Well, of course you know lol. Glad you had a safe journey. Thanks so much again for the photos. So nice of you and the Fenn’s to share with all of us 🙂

  19. Dal, thanks for the trip report. Sounds like you received heavy loads of inside information ;). I just got back from an adFennture myself. My eldest son and I went on a road trip to the Yellowstone area. We managed to get some searching done, but ran out of time and missed a couple. AdFennturers are thick on the ground north of Gardiner. We went to have a look at the historic trails along Yankee Jim canyon and found three other search parties along Sphinx Creek and others (trying to be secretive but failing) headed to Tom Miner creek. Sphinx was on my second list of places to look at, but we decided to leave it to the very determined looking crews already there and poke around on the old trails there. I suppose the Joe Brown boat ramp is too obvious a place to miss 🙂 We did search around Slough Creek (below the other obvious Brown location, Lamar Ranger Station) and we were forced to rediscover that it is a big place out there. We rode mountain bikes up the heavy load I mean wagon trail, and discovered fairly soon that we were beyond 80 year old range and decided to turn back, glad to see that the buffalo that was on the road on the way in was gone after determining that we were too worn out to pedal at 30 miles an hour to outrun the beast.

    Before my next trip (I hope I can make one), I am going to have more specific locations in mind. That would be my advice to anyone planning to make a trip – remember it is a big place and you need to narrow it down before you have any hope beyond just getting lucky. I think it was a mistake to go out there assuming I would recognize a blaze if I saw one. I am also going to think about the clues again, and see if they are a little more complex than what you see is what you get.

    I don’t think the treasure is along Sphinx or Tom Miner, but if it is, I would be amazed if the mass of adFennturers we saw there have not found it already.

    Good news? I didn’t have to use the bear spray so I have one ready for the next trip 🙂

    • I live in Colorado and have made the trip to Yellowstone several times already. The Lamar river valley seemed to be a good place until I realized it is next to impossible to search. I even tried to narrow the search but to no avail. I am more inclined to believe that it is somewhere west of the park in Idaho than in the park itself. (several clues in the book and yes their is a brown residence (Gary’s ranch) west of the park.) As busy as Yellowstone is I think every corner with a clue has been searched. We have looked at every tree and outcropping for miles in the area and even stayed off the trail for two of the trips. Good luck, I am done looking; if it hasn’t been found in three years with the millions of people that go to Yellowstone each year , it just isn’t there.

      • I have pulled back from my past ideas and am trying to start fresh. What can WWWH mean besides warm waters halting when meeting cold water? Could it mean warm air/moisture drawn up into clouds which is cooled then it rains, Cloudcroft?

  20. We enjoyed your site and the photos.Good shots of Forest and his wife.IT’S was once married to a descendant of Sacagawea, we’re very interested in Indian Artifacts too.I have three son’, oldest from my first marriage is related to Sacagawea.Paul took me to the four corners once, to view the Ute Chief of the mountain.Love that beautiful red sand and mountains.The item shown on your site today,is it Mayan or Inca?Love fishing, but need to learn how to tie fly.It’s going to be a great time of yearto do some traveling,hope you enjoy yourself.Take care.Sincerely Virginia

    • Thanks Virginia-
      That object certainly looks different doesn’t it? But it came from San Lazaro, Forrest’s ancient pueblo site in New Mexico. I hope to get the rest of the videos edited this weekend and we can all hear what Forrest has to say about it.

  21. I’ve so enjoyed reading your stories, Dal. Thanks for keeping up your blog and sharing your adventures. I used to live in Bellingham, ’94 to ’99 and worked and lived in Fairhaven. Beautiful places out your way. I now wave at white vans I see on the road here in NM on the off chance it might be you..;o)

    • Zuni-
      My office was in Fairhaven. First above Tony’s Coffee, Then I moved down along the shore in one of the port buildings left from Pacific American Fisheries and finally bought my own little building up by Boulevard Park..We probably ate lunch at the Colophon Cafe at the same time..

      • Dal, indeed we probably did! Or I mailed some stuff for you…I was the post’mistress’ of the F’haven post office in Paper Dreams (I’m not the red head)! Ha! Small world!

        • Ha…went there often to pick up mail. I had PO Box 4194 back then..But I remember the little PO in the back corner very well. Calendars are there now-a-days.

  22. Great post Dal,

    I’m just getting around to reading now. I can’t wait for the interviews and learning how to tie those two flies. You and those roads, it sure makes me smile knowing that Ezey is out there somewhere on a road less traveled. Great views and pics – they always makes me hungry for the road.

    That doll like mask looks like something from your neck of the woods. I thought i recognized some of the terrain too. What amazes me is the trade routes that existed in pre-Columbia times going in all four cardinal directions for thousands of miles.

    Wishing you all the best,


  23. Dal,

    Try letting a little air out of your tires on a sandy road, it puts more tire on the road and you can alway refill later. This has always worked for me.

  24. Yep, those critters look like them fire ants that bit my ol’ wife on her butt some ten years ago…She ain’t been the same since. Now for gettin stuck in that red dirt and being lucky enough to find a board to assist your traction is what I call “having a good day” What do you suppose Mrs. Fenn is keeping in that beautiful wooden chest in their foyer? I would bet something good.

  25. No wonder it has been so quiet in my email box. Hunt Part II started without my noticing. Well hope this gets me back in the loop.

    • I have to wait til I have a better connection. Here at the Dude Motel in West Yellowstone their internet speed leaves a great deal to be desired. It’s like dial-up.

  26. Dal,

    The last published record I have read for the number of your trips was 31. I am guessing it is around 35 by now. I assume you have enjoyed your many adventures and travels and have seen many wonderful sights. It has been almost three years since the “Chase” was first published and I am guessing two years since you started your blog. I have looked back at some of the original names from the posts on your blog and I only recognized three of the names that are currently active posters (on your blog and other blogs). I believe most just gave up. You and a couple of others must be intensely motivated individuals to continue searching after all this time.
    On your long return from your trips to your island in Washington, do you ever have a let down from not scoring the winning touchdown?



    • Don-
      The first time out was the worst feeling of failure that I experienced. Upon leaving Lummi Island I was absolutely convinced I knew where it was. (sound familiar doesn’t it?) All the clues (as I understood the clues at the time) lined up. I drove day and most of the nights for 1,600 miles to get to Northern New Mexico…right near Wolf’s area in the Rio Grande Gorge. I was certain it was there. This was long before we heard the hints about not bothering to look where a 79 or 80 year old man could not put the chest. It never occurred to me that no one in their right mind would make two trips carrying roughly 21lbs each time into that gorge to hide a chest. I looked for three days down there. Found petroglyphs and a brass plaque about 10 feet up on a big fir tree that I thought had to be the blaze. Of course it was not. “Disappointed” is only a mild description of how I felt. It seemed so perfect…How could it not be the place where Forrest hid it?
      Since that time I have learned to approach each search area with optimistic skepticism…lol…
      I am at 36 spots now. Probably not even close to Stephanie’s number of spots.
      I figure that if I am still looking in 2167 I should find it by attrition…
      I am very excited about my next spot. I think it will be the right spot…lol…
      I’ll be writing about my latest trips in the next few days..
      Just arrived home tonight…

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