SUBMITTED may 2015
This was my first Fennboree…many great discussions took place, old friendships were renewed, new ones were made, new Fenners were found, and each day ended with folks sitting around the campfire, still talking about Forrest’s poem and our various solutions…
I was going to write a lot of verbiage about the event, but I believe the pictures tell the story…
My group consisted of myself, my partner Michelle, our best friend of 30 years Thomas D. from Pennsylvania, and Frank Abel from Phoenix. We arrived Thursday to secure a group site, which ultimately held our pop-up camper, and three tents, plus the kitchen / dining room, and group fire pit.
Here the documentarians from North Carolina Matt and Deborah are trying to pitch their tent before it rains.
Michelle and Thomas D. preparing one of their delicious meals in the kitchen…
Michael who is fairly new to the chase, Sandy and Tim Dunbar, and documentary-maker Matt.
Reuben (Slurbs on the blog) and Frank Abel
Frank Abel, Slurbs, and Cynthia… Those are remote control battery powered candles in the center of the table… Frank liked having mood-lighting with his bottles of wine.
David (Desertphile), Thomas D., and Frank Abel conversing after breakfast
Frank feeling happy despite all the rain and his bad back due to sleeping on a tiny inflated “mattress” in the back of his jeep… Frank’s secret to life and happiness… a lot of wine! All in fun, Frank, you were a joy to spend a few days with.
Desertphile at picnic table, Tim Nobody, Thomas D., new Fenner Michael, and the back of Bajaau.David eventually made it to the camp Saturday after struggling with his muddy ranch road …he set up his Shrine for Forrest .
Documentary-makers Matt and Deborah interviewing David…
Another group arrived from Hollywood to interview a few searchers, too. We dubbed these three young film-makers “The Hollywood Kids”… (from left to right: Clay, Carin, and Toby)
After their work was done, I called for a “Happy Hour”, and served frozen margaritas to those who were thirsty for a frozen beverage despite the rain… I think I may have truly impressed the youngsters a bit when I pulled out my generator and blender… (Toby, Clay, me Cynthia)
There were a few other Fenners who popped in and out of the group site who I don’t have photos of: Floyd and Floyd (I think his son) and Betsy the mother of Ty who was helping the Hollywood group.
It rained every day, and one of those storms produced this beautiful rainbow.
This year’s event was held at the Rio Chama Campground in the beautiful Rio Chama Canyon…12 miles back a narrow, winding dirt road (where Forrest created the line “From there it’s no place for the meek”). Pulling a camper on this road during a holiday weekend in the rain going home was something I hope to never experience again. But, thank goodness, all of us made it out of the canyon in one piece…
Molly our Weimaraner participated in some of the discussions…she believes the treasure chest is buried and often digs to find it when she searches with me. (Her older sister Emma who you may have met in other search stories of mine unfortunately passed away last month…we miss her enormously.)
What a great bunch of folks gathered together for this year’s Fennboree…
I have to give a special thanks to Tim Dunbar who walked over to our site Sunday morning in the rain to deliver us a plate of hot, homemade cinnamon buns that he had baked in his camp oven…wow, really delicious!
A special thanks to Slurbs who returned to our site Sunday morning in the rain with his wife Andrea and son Stephen in tow, and a box of fresh Dunkin Donuts. Just because I’d eaten those cinnamon buns doesn’t mean I passed on the donuts…the chocolate iced Boston cream filled was awesome!
And a special thanks to newish-Fenner Michael who walked all the way over to our campsite from his site by the river to help us take down our camper, tent, canopy, etc in the rain…you are a true team-player and exemplify my idea of a Marine. I’m happy to call you a friend, as well as fellow Fenner, Fennaholic, Chaser…
To all you wonderful people, good luck with your searches…be safe.
My party and I had a fantastic time and are looking forward to next year’s Fennboree…
PS. I’d like to apologize here to anyone especially Slurbs (Reuben) if I misspelled your name.
Oh, one last photo of two of the most intrepid, tenacious, and relentless searchers in New Mexico…all you other searchers who believe Fenn’s treasure chest is hidden in New Mexico, you better get on it asap…David and I put our minds together and analyzed and dissected and pondered and cogitated Fenn’s poem… and still disagree where it’s hidden! LOL…