Submitted February 2014
I never thought I would be writing something to post for the world to see so again, please forgive my composition skills. I will do my best and try not to turn this into War and Peace. I write this adventure with a great inner conflict! I let my intentions to post this be known to the Fenn community and it was not well accepted. The reality is that I found what I was looking for and what many search a lifetime to find, if ever. That is why I’m walking away from this quest. I hope that others can find the treasures they seek. The last thing I want to do is ruin the chase or be a spoiler so I will take steps to help prevent that from happening. If the treasure is around my spot I will be glad for whoever finds it and have no regrets. This is a real life adventure that has taken several twists and turns. I have also hidden several caches along the way. One is 2 pair of boots, a screwdriver and a roll of duct tape. The other three contain numerous tools and field equipment that could be helpful. If you keep your eyes peeled you might happen upon one of them!
The Quest Begins
This adventure starts with a trip to the 2013 Fiesta Bowl in Phoenix, Arizona to watch my beloved Kansas State Wildcats play Oregon. My brother lives in Scottsdale and I had organized a boys’ weekend of football, golf and fellowship with several of my college roommates. I was flying standby because my good friend Joe had placed me on as his only pass-rider ticket other than his family. Joe trains pilots and flies for a major airline so if you fly stand-by and they have a seat open it is yours. Of course they have a seniority list and I was low on the totem pole being an add-on to his account. My best friend in high school and college was Ryan. He was flying thru Houston so I planned my trip around his. I thought I would try the flight before because as a stand-by rider you never know when you’re going to catch a ride. I was lucky and made the first flight so he would be a few hours behind. We have had a standing bet every college season since 1999 and he has yet to take a lifetime lead although he stung me this season. We all had a goodtime at the boys’ weekend except the Cats suffering a loss. We were soon heading home.
On the leg to the game, I was reading the Hemisphere article about Mr. Fenn and it instantly grabbed my attention. I put the magazine in my bag to read later. I was obsessed with coins and treasure hunts as a kid and always dreamed about the great adventures that companies like Disney put out. My treasure hunts as a kid were finding silver coins in circulation that people missed. One time I rode my bike to Bobby Ts in Miami, Oklahoma to pick up some candy. When I paid for my loot I noticed the shine of silver halves in the drawer. I asked if I could buy them and I soon walked out with about $20 worth of 90% silver Kennedy Halves. The ride back to Houston was not going to be easy due to the traffic trying to go home from the bowl game so I thought the 6:00AM flight would be my best shot. My brother dropped me off and I soon found out that my chances were slim to catch a ride home. So, I read Mr. Fenn’s article again. I had time to burn so I started deep thinking about the poem and its location. New Mexico seemed the most logical to me so I started researching hot springs in New Mexico. I knew a lot about New Mexico because my parents and Uncle Tom had places there. My parents’ place is in Ruidosa and Uncle Tom had a place in Taos. Uncle Tom (Thanks, Uncle Tom) gave me carte blanche access to the Taos House which I regularly used especially for ski trips. Taos is a very mystical place and you can feel that when you are there. I’ve been in love with the magic of Taos since my first trip there with my wife and infant son in 2002. I was looking at the state wide list of hot springs as the second flight to Houston departed without me. There were four more flights out. Maybe, I’d get lucky. When I looked at the list several were around Taos but one stuck out!
Three flights left for home and it wasn’t looking good! When my eyes hit Ponce De Leon, Hot Spring I felt like it made since. Maybe this waiting at Sky Harbor was going to pay off. Could it be? Could this Fenn guy have put his gold cache at a spring named after the legendary explorer for the fountain of youth? It was worth a shot! By the time my brother was picking me up, it had been a 12 hour Sky Harbor vacation and still no flight out. The next day played just like the first but it gave me another day to dive into my theory. I had my iPad and google earth and discovered that Ponce had what looked like a pool holding the hot water. The property had an interesting history; it was a stopover on the Camino Real. The Camino Real is an US National Historic trail system that was a trade route used by native tribes since the earliest of times. It was also used by the Spanish Conquistadors to help spread Christianity and conquer lands. It was a critically important place for early Native Americans because it supported crops and life as they knew it. This seemed like a highly likely spot that had to check out. The property had recently been turned into a conservation easement. An anonymous donor donated $500,000 to the Taos Conservation society which purchased the land from Miranda, LLC. The last flight out was quickly approaching so I ponied up and used my frequent flier miles to get home. Flying stand-by (Thanks, Joe) can be challenging but it has been a critical part of me being able to try and clear the cache.
A few weeks later, I took my first of more than a dozen trips to clear the cache. I would generally leave after work on Fridays and come home late on Sunday. My first trip out was sometime in late January of 2013. I was very naïve to treasure hunting and I thought I was going to walk out to the land and just pick it up. When I arrived into Taos it was lightly snowing and I was pumped for my first hunt! I tried to sleep but I was too excited for my adventure. I planned to start my hunt at day break. As a snow skier I’m very aware of what it takes to deal with mountain climate and I was prepared. I had purchased some cheap rubber boots to combine with my ski gear which has never let me down. I always traveled light so bringing a pair of boots was not an option. When I walked out the door fear set in. It was a whiteout! A foot of snow was on my rental car and it was coming down heavy. This was not going to deter me as I was ready for the elements minus good boots. Besides, I had two good sets of wool socks on. When I arrived at the entrance, I would always call my wife to let her know I was starting. That way someone knew where I was at. I spent hours hiking in heavy snow and learned firsthand about the property. The chest could have been at my feet and I wouldn’t be able to see it but I found what I thought had to be heavy loads and water high. It was an aqueduct that carried water over an arroyo that helps irrigate the lands below. It was held up by giant wood trestle. I had learned a lot first hand and would come back in a few weeks.
The next trip out was a couples’ trip with my wife and our good friends Joe and Cassy. Cassy grew up in Louisiana and had never seen snow. We had a great long weekend planned out: couple snowmobiling with Big Al, a boys ski day while the girls went to Oco Caliente Springs. It was a special moment seeing Cassy in snow for the first time ever. The snowmobile tour was scenic with a trip to Wheeler Peak, the highest point in New Mexico. Uncle Tom’s Taos house offered the perfect ambiance for any trip to Taos. Over the years I have taken many friends there. One of which is of particular importance. Big John has been the best of friends, (Thanks, John) over many years and has helped me in my career, my life and this quest. John is a giant of a man at over 6’ 6 and 250lbs of muscle. His type is the reason my football career could not continue in college. You might recognize his last name; he has a less popular relative that plays QB in the NFL. Anyway, we decided as couples to go after the cache. I had made them aware of the Chase and they were game so we spent some time searching with no luck. We decided Orlando’s New Mexico Cuisine was better than freezing. Every time I’m in Taos I make sure to get the best pizza (Taos Outback) and best Chile Relleno (Orlando’s) around. If you are on the hunt those places are great! John and I have skied Taos regularly for years. It offers world class skiing with minimal lift lines. My wife has been my main stay in the hunt to clear the cache. I’ve literally spent 1000’s of hours on the hunt for the chest and she has been there in support and strategizing every step of the way! Without her support, I would have never had the chance to chase my childhood dream. What kid has never wanted to go on a treasure hunt? My sons do it all the time with their metal detectors. I have searched and swam at Ponce De Leon with them a few times and we have always found something special. So why am I still looking in this place? It just makes since given the background of everything. I’ve even brought my aging parents on the hunt which reminds me of a good story!
Earp Throw Down
My aging parents have a house in New Mexico and a few months back I called them to pick me up because I was sure of the location! They picked me up at ABQ and we headed north. I had a specific spot that I wanted to dig. My mom got right in with me while my dad kept watch. After a day of nothing, we headed back to Texas the same day I flew in. One of the reasons I had them pick me up was because I knew they were both traveling armed. I was positive I would need the old eagle eyes (Sorry, Mom & Dad) to draw down! That strategy would soon come back to haunt me. We stayed the night at a small West Texas town and headed out early for the 10+ hours home. I drove home most the way to help my parents and because I like driving. We passed thru several small towns where the speed limit would go from 75 to 30 MPH in a half a mile. I would slow down because 10/10 times if you got a ticket in West Texas it would be in one of the speed trap towns. After I was about 20 miles South of Guthrie, Texas I noticed a truck coming up from behind. This was odd because I had the cruise set on a 100. He had one small light on the dash of his truck with no siren. When he got to the window he looked like he was straight out of the OK corral fight! He had dirty pants, old cowboy shirt and hat, boots with spurs and a handle bar stache. I love that look, it reminded me of my Kansas roots. I’m generally pretty good at talking my way out of a ticket but at 100 plus I was going to save my breath. The first thing he said was, “Son, do you know how fast you were going? I have been trying to catch up with you for 20 Miles!” I think we passed him heading out of town. He was going the opposite direction but I never heard the radar detector go off. My dad reached in the glove box for the insurance. Sheriff Earp noticed the Glock and the draw down I was thinking about went the wrong way. After some negotiating with a conceal permit we were on our way home and I had a $300.00 souvenir from my buddy Wyatt. As I write this, I’m still on deferred adjudication for my Nascar adventure in King County, Texas.
I was maybe a half-dozen trips into my adventure by the summer of 2013. So, it was time to take the entire family. We planned on river rafting, sightseeing, mountain hiking and prospecting. All but a few of my trips had some other adventure besides hunting for Mr. Fenn’s gold. I went skiing many times in the winter. I even told my wife if I found it in the winter I was going to leave it in the car and go skiing. On my last trip, I left it for good and went skiing. Lonestar on the backside of Ski Taos tends to make any thoughts I have drift away. My boys had a great time. They love hunting for treasures of all kinds. They got very excited when we found some old Indian pottery down Old State Highway 382. We searched and searched and couldn’t find the chest but it was a very rewarding memory with my family. One thing we did run across was an old Coke cooler that had caught our interest. It was an old, wet cooler and we analyzed it for a while. It was rusting away but had what looked to be brass screws on one side of it that I thought were not original. We finished our search and headed back to Texas.
The FF Blaze
I spent a few trips in the surrounding area of the springs. I noticed on Google earth what looked like a reverse F and another F on the grounds just to the south of the entrance. I thought this was it! I was even able to manufacture some GPS coordinates out of the books but I could not find it! My next solve was near the entrance gate. If you look at Google earth, you will see what looks like a lower case Omega near the entrance. The road also makes a horseshoe shape so the double Omega had to be the spot! I was even able to manufacture another set of GPS coordinates to locate exactly where it was at. This was the trip I brought my heat packing parents on. We spent most the day digging away until I couldn’t dig anymore. One thing I’ve learned on this adventure is that digging in New Mexico is not for the meek! I had to constantly keep my mom away from digging; I didn’t want her to get hurt. The ground in the winter months is similar to concrete. It was at this point that I realized that if a 38 year old struggles then Mr. Fenn probably wouldn’t have buried it. He always said, “I hid it, I didn’t say I buried it but that doesn’t mean it’s not buried” I kept thinking about what that meant. Is it in a cave? Maybe he used something to cover it? At this point I was fully obsessed with the hunt. I had covered every square inch of the 44 acres four times over and the aqueduct was searched out. So I went back home and studied the poem. It read it over and over again until it all seemed to click together. I viewed this is a match between me and Mr. Fenn and my tenacity was in full bloom. I felt like I had uncovered what was right in front of me!
17 dollars a Square Inch
17 dollars a square inch was the first book I bought because The Thrill of the Chase was on backorder. I read it in a day waiting to catch a seat home from ABQ. The book spoke to me and I felt like it was echoing that I had picked the right spot. It talked a lot about Taos and Mr. Sloane and I felt like it might have some clues so I started digging. The chapter about pricing paintings had a lot of numbers so I tried to make sense of them but had no luck. It was a very interesting read; I was always interested in Mr. Sloane’s bell he found in the arroyo. I thought if I found the chest I would try to buy that bell from Mr. Fenn because I wanted to have a connection with both of them. If I ever found the chest I would for sure give Mr. Fenn his bracelet back. I would not entertain him giving me anything for it but I would have a copy made to help me remember the great adventure. This is an elusive dream we all share and most people on this earth have had it. I started this quest with the dream of the chest and found something else. That is why I want to give my entire solution and all the details away. The chest and the dream of wealth have lost their luster for me and that is why I’m going to reveal everything I think might be important in finding the chest. And if you find it, I will be happy for you and expect nothing in return. I think after you read the next few chapters you might believe that the chest is somewhere at Ponce De Leon just outside of Rancho De Taos.
Ponce De Leon Hot Springs
One thing I failed to mention earlier about Ponce De Leon is that the move to make it a conservation easement started about 15 years ago around the same time Mr. Fenn was formulating a plan. If you do your research, you will see that all the timelines add up. I think the reason it took him 15 years is because he was waiting on the springs to be established as a conservation easement. The $500,000 anonymous donor stipulated that the land must remain open to the public and that slowed the process down. Another thing you might look at is the prior owner. Miranda, LLC looks like a sister company located out of Fort Worth. If you research it; you will find it is part of a real estate company and nothing else. It is interesting to note the road leading into the spring is Miranda Canyon Road. Another interesting note is that about a quarter mile before the entrance is a private drive called Tatanka Trail. It is a large property that has a house at the top of a hill overlooking Miranda Canyon Road. Tatanka Trail translates to Sitting Bull Trail which could be a hint. The property is controlled by the Taos Pueblo but I’m not sure who owns the land. If you are a landowner, you can designate some or all of your property as a conservation easement. When a conservation easement is in place the property is protected in perpetuity from being developed. In other words the property can never be developed. As a land owner you can hold the title to a conservation easement while it is managed by someone else. You will also notice that when you turn off of Highway 68 onto 382 the first road you cross is Old Santa Fe Road. This might be the best part! The property was designated a conservation easement sometime around (I couldn’t prove the 25th) 10/26/09. Roughly a year later (10/25/10), Mr. Fenn launched The Thrill of the Chase! When I discovered this I thought it was game over but I still couldn’t find the chest so I went back to the books and the poem.
Where N Blazes
I started looking for the blaze and couldn’t find one. I knew where to start and I was a couple of trips in without the chest. Frustration was setting in when I started thinking about where did Mr. Fenn start his journey? I started where he started at Blue Jeans and Hush Puppies Again. I started looking for clues and found a blaze he left behind in the Teachers with Ropes. The story adds up to 84 if you look at the numbers correctly. That is the Highway to Espanola which he mentions in the story. The road to Taos is Highway 68. If you start at Blue Jeans and add the dates of the postmarks concluding with Flywater you will find the number 68. If you add all the numbers in those stories up you can get to the number 411 meaning pertinent information. If you back off certain numbered words you can find the number 382. If you add all the specific treasure items up you can also get to 382. I have found many of all these numbers (84, 68, and 382) in all 3 books. They tend to be easier to find in Too Far to Walk. The treasure chest chapter adds up to 417 but if you minus out the odd words you will get the 413. If you Google the number 413 you will find it is a Microsoft error message and you can fix it by CLEARING THE CACHE! If you look in the Seventeen dollars a Square Inch chapter you can find all three (84, 68, 382, numbers assc. w/paintings). I will list out the ones that I think I solved but I think some remain unsolved. If Mr. Fenn posted a story on his blog it is possible you can find coded numbers if you can figure out how to look at them. I think everything in his poem is double maybe triple entendre. So, if you take 84 North out of Santa Fe and head north on 68 at Espanola you will run into 382 just before Rancho (De) Taos and that road will dead end into Ponce (De) Leon Hot Springs. I have searched in that location more times than I would like to admit without any luck. Below is a list of numbers that seem to match my theory above. Some of these numbers are hard to get to so I’m not promising you everything is perfect but it might be worth a look. One of my favorites is Chapter 45 Mountain Man. He talks about the $100 he put up and the cost per shot. Then he mentions the mountain man shoots Alexander Hamilton in the forehead. He is not on the $100 but he is on the $10 dollar bill. If you add all the dollars up it comes to $380. So, I researched the two dollar bill and Hamilton was on the first issue in the 1860s for about 7 years. When he gets shot it makes the dollar value $382! Another one I like is Concy and Me, add all the numbers up and you get 371. Then you need to add the leven in the picture on page 33. The mirror on the wall poem adds up to 68. Flywater can get you to 84. The preface of Too Far To Walk has 84 on the first page and 68 on the second. Another personal favorite comes out of Stout Hearted Men. Look at the first two roads he would take to go home to Temple, Texas. Look at the FIRST in the picture in the Mexico Beach House chapter and see if you can get to a number. I believe the unattended clue is on page 125 in the middle of the page. Try using military time with some chapters and see what you get. Jungle Wisdom is also interesting to me!
I think all the chapters below could contain helpful number clues and info if you look at it in the right fashion.
- Surviving myself
- The Totem Café
- Lewis and Clark
- Buffalo Cowboy
- Stout-Hearted Men
- My war for me and every Chapter after
- Expensive Memories
- Chapters 11-19
- Jungle Wisdom
- Sunday Kind of Love
- Words that Linger
So why am I giving all this information away? I feel like I found what I was looking for! I feel that my search could not go on! I believe that an extraordinary art work should be brought to light! I’m a private person and I’m not concerned about getting credit or being publicized. I started this chase because I’m monetarily driven! I was in the Chase for the money but somewhere during the Chase that reason faded. I have everything I need and I’m content. Sure it would be nice to pay for my kids’ college and not have to worry about money in retirement. However, I felt like I solved the puzzle and that has given me contentment! I could be wrong and the chest might be steps away from my spot and if it is and one of you finds it I will be happy for you. I would like to personally thank Mr. Fenn. You have given me several gifts that I will never be able to repay! I have looked at this quest as a 1 on 1 poker match that I could compete with the best of the best. I could never beat Mr. Fenn but I like to compete at the highest level. If you see where you are at then you know what you need to work on to get better. This plays out every day with my family and colleagues I work with, people like Nicky, Big John, Scott, Mash and you. I strive to get better every day and I look for mentors to help me move forward in my career and life. These people have made me better and Mr. Fenn has moved onto the short list. I would have never dreamed that I could live out a boyhood fantasy like I did here. And countless others are living the same dream. This entire process has seemed to be destiny! I’m not an overly religious guy but everything that has happened seems to be fate and I’m humbled. Numerous pieces had to fall in place. If anyone piece was missing then I would not be typing this today! Other pieces were hours away from disappearing forever! Every piece that needed to fall into place did to help me come to my solution. Fate is the driving factor for getting to this point. So, if I’ve missed it, good luck to all of you. I hope it is found by someone deserving! My greatest fear is destroying the Thrill of the Chase so I will take precautions so that won’t happen. I know many searchers are as passionate as I am. I empathize with those who have put countless hours into this amazing Chase! I have stood beside you silently for a long time. I feel deeply this is something I need to do. So my key word is content regardless of what happens!
I believe I have found GPS coordinates in the books that can help you where to start if you can figure out how to find them. I will mail the first person $100 bucks (Except Mr. Fenn) that can figure a correct set out. I think this is an interesting part of the solution. So I’m going to keep that in my back pocket for now. I think I’ve found three sets but I would be shocked if there is not more. The GPS coordinates will not take you to the spot but they are helpful. When it comes down to it I think all you really need is the poem. It should take you right to it if you know where to start.
Super Bowl Sunday
I have been in Taos more days than I’ve been at home this month! My first trip this month was for my wife’s birthday. I was planning on splashing her with some big nuggets. It was like usual; it was half business half leisure. The plan was to go to Oco during Super bowl Sunday in the morning and start the Chase around 3:00 because it would be tumble weeds and us with the game on. I went armed with all the Intel above and felt like I just missed it! My wife found the spot and I didn’t go deep enough. I think we were standing a few feet away from the gold and let it slip through our hands! It was a devastating defeat because I truly thought like countless other times it was mine. We headed for Santa Fe for some nice relaxing one on one time. I emailed Mr. Fenn a similar solution to the one below an hour before kickoff. We flew back home on Monday.
My last Trip
A few days later I noticed the new set of questions he answered. “It is interesting to know that a great number of people are out there searching. Many are giving serious thought to the clues in my poem, but only a few are in tight focus with a word that is KEY. The treasure may be discovered sooner than I anticipated.” I felt sure he was talking to me, like I’m sure many did. So after work on 2/7 I flew back out and drove to Taos as I’ve countless times over the past year. I emailed Mr. Fenn on the way up to let him know I was heading back to my spot. This was not my first back to back weekends but my hopes were sky high. I got up early put on my ski gear and headed for my spot. I got to my spot 5 days after I left it and was in utter shock at what I had found! My pile of sticks was overturned and you could see what looked like the perfect cubby hole with depression marks in the grown. I felt like someone had just punched me in the stomach! It is hard to describe my feeling. It was overwhelming! I took several pictures and tried to gather my heart off the cold ground. I stood there for a while and then called my wife. When I told her what I found she started crying. I was in pure panic mode and that’s when I emailed Mr. Fenn. The email failed to send so I did it again with the same results. I tried a different email address and found out the same thing was happening. I sat down and tried to think things over. My first thought was someone beat me to it and I was the runner-up. I assumed Mr. Fenn shut his email account down! That’s when I posted on Dal’s blog. I was undergoing overwhelming emotions to say the least! I had my wife email him and it went through but a follow-up had her email blocked out. At this point I didn’t know what to think or do. I sat there for about an hour and decided regardless of what happened I was finished with this chase.
At that point I decided some snow skiing was in order. So I packed it up, turned off my phone and headed to Taos Ski Valley. I was still very distraught but bombing some steep blues always makes me feel better. Skiing gave me time to think. Did some someone beat me to it? Was it never there? Am I in the wrong spot? Did Mr. Fenn come get it? Does it really matter? I have put so much into this that I didn’t have the interest to continue on. I felt like I solved the puzzle. That is why I posted this Chase is over for me but mine shall continue on. In my humble opinion, that is why Mr. Fenn sent us all on this epic quest. The key word is contentment! That is ultimately why I’m giving you all this information! The Chest doesn’t mean as much to me anymore! I have come full circle and seen the place for the first time! I’m comfortable finding an empty hole. It’s life and I’m going to enjoy it. I believe all my research and everything that I’ve found. The thrill of the Chase is not about the destination or the prize but the journey. It is about discovering the thrills in the smallest moments of each of the days of your life. It is about discovering the thrill in each day you have been given, in appreciating the true meaning of a word, in truly listening to what someone is saying and in discovering things about yourself. The thrill is about the crazy adventure you get to take with your parents, watching your children’s eyes light up with discovery, feeling the support of your friends and a shared moment with your wife. The thrill is about discovering art in the most unexpected of places! So, I hope you all find it or are happy for the ones that do. Mr. Fenn was right. It is the Thrill of the Chase, and it is the Chase and not the Quarry!
THANK YOU FOR EVERYTHING YOU HAVE DONE FOR ME AND MY FAMILY AND EVERYONE IN THE CHASE! I WISH THE BEST FOR YOU AND YOUR FAMILY!
My Best Solution
As I have gone alone in there To his special place
And with my treasure bold, Unhesitant
I can keep my secrets where, Hiding spot
And hint of riches new and old. New the chest, Old the Bottle caps and string
Begin it where warm waters halt Ponce (De) Leon Hot Springs head down
And take it in the Canyon down, Take it down to Miranda Canyon Road
Not far but too far to walk. Two points of entry: One is too far to walk for him, he takes the shortcut.
Put in below the home of Brown Two Homes of Brown- One is a home on the hill as you come to Canyon Road. An entry point to the arroyo is apparent (left of the V tree). The other can be seen on the Cover of Too Far to Walk. His legs make a shadow that looks like a home and has Purple and Yellow Flowers. Purple mixed with Yellow is Brown. Put in below the Purple and Yellow Flowers.
From there it’s no place for the meek It gets rough and hard to navigate.
The end is ever drawing nigh; You’re getting close and take a next left.
There’ll be no paddle up your creek, You take the dry arroyo up stream.
Just heavy loads and water high. The old coke cooler in the middle of the arroyo and an old piece of guttering nailed to some rough sawn timber. Look at the wood the chest sits on in his picture. That is rough sawn wood.
If you been wise and found the blaze, Blazes- The Book Blaze, Wood Blaze, Finnforest Wood and 42” string Blaze=Brilliantly Conspicuous
Look quickly down your quest to cease, Head south/Dig in the sticks.
But tarry scant with marvel gaze Tarry scant describes the water high/guttering with tar that’s nailed to a piece of scant board.
Just take the chest a go in peace. Take it and go.
So why is it that I must go He knows his time is drawing near and he wants to enjoy watching your thrill of the chase. Finding contentment!
And leave my trove for all to seek? “
The answer I already know, “
I’ve done it tired and now I’m weak. “
So hear me all and listen good, Pay attention: Important
Your effort will be worth the cold It will be worth your efforts to endure.
If you’re brave and in the wood Dig to the bottom of the wood pile close to the fence line.
I give you title to the gold You get the gold and maybe the title to the land?
IN THE WOOD- “He said he hid it, he didn’t say he buried it but that does mean it’s not buried.” Buried above ground with sticks! Entombed! See Expensive Memories! This pile of wood was 3-4 feet tall.
TARRY SCANT- If you Google scant wood, you will find out the wood is generally smaller than normal and is rough sawn timber which is what the tarred guttering was nailed to. It is also interesting to note that one of the companies that make scant board is Metsawood which recently acquired a scant wood producer that was named FINNFOREST.
HOME OF BROWN- There is Sage and Rabbit bush lining the road where Mr. Fenn takes his short cut. Purple + Yellow= Brown
GOLD CHAPTER- I think the gold chapter stories are important!
He talks about drinking sodas and collecting bottle caps. Those things point to the old coke cooler.
Next he talks about collecting string and it was a great mystery what happened to it and his mom was watching for the Postman. A few Feet away from the pile of wood is a bundle of 42” metal string that the Postman would use to help build the Fence that is 10 feet behind the pile. The 42” metal string wouldn’t fit through a door unless you turned it sideways.
TWO TRIPS- The gold was 42 lbs and the metal bracing string are 42” long?
ROAD- The spot is 25 yards from the road. You walk right by it!
EPILOGUE- The last picture in the TTOTC is an aging man that has chopped his wood and is looking at a crescent moon that brings a new life while all his wood has been chopped.
It could also be a giant 4 foot tall stack of sticks that are nesting the golden thunder eggs. The fence line has had all the trees sawn down and the stumps remain just like the picture.
As I found it five days after I left it. If you look closely you might see my heart on the ground!
JM, RA, RA, DA, CA, CW, JW, SR,
Thanks you for your help!
Thanks, to my wife Nicky! Without your love and support I would have not been able to travel on this epic journey!
I Love you!