SUBMITTED december 2016
by the golden retrievers and sandy b
Sandy B and the Golden Retrievers had an Enchanted trip while hunting for Indulgence. We have written this article for your entertainment. Mr. Fenn says: read the blogs for entertainment. We aren’t sharing our solves. Sorry. We are just sharing our fun trip with you. We hope you find our story entertaining. And we hope it encourages you to get out, hike, and search (in Montana, Wyoming, and Colorado) next spring.
We rendezvoused at a trailhead at the Embudo Canyon. We hiked down into the canyon and crossed the Treacherous River to Treasure Island (it’s not an island at all, it’s just the other side of the river – but Golden R likes to call it Treasure Island). We traveled thru the Magical Forest, moved a few rocks, reorganized some more rocks, and repositioned a few more rocks.
One rock, standing up like a gravestone, caught our eye.
Sandy B and Golden R couldn’t lift the rock out of the stone crevasse which held it. Sandy B, who has an attention span of a fruit fly, left to explore around the ridge. Since Golden R couldn’t lift the stone; Golden R tried to crank the stone sideways, like a lever. Golden R was shocked to feel the rock move easily like a lever . . . and four more rocks, which were holding the lever-rock in place, all moved with a crunching noise. It was a very “Indiana Jones moment”. Golden R expected a stone entrance to a secret tunnel to appear. But there was no secret tunnel and no treasure chest.
We walked in and out of the river . . . up and down the river. When we felt we had disturbed enough rocks, we went looking for the “Heartbeat of Mother Earth”. With our ears pressed to approximately thirty or forty different rocks, we listened good, for the heartbeat. Golden R’s ear was turning numb from holding the ear against the cold, wet rocks (did we tell you it was cold and it was raining?); we never heard the Heartbeat (Sancho, we needed you.) Sandy B heard a unique hum in that area, so we know we were in the correct spot.
Another “Indiana Jones moment” came, as we arrived at our car to find a note, enclosed in a plastic bag, on our windshield, from a treasure hunter. The note suggested we meet for Happy Hour – Oh Yes!
Sandy B and Golden R had a wonderful evening with a very handsome treasure hunter. We probably shouldn’t disclose our guest’s real name, but we like to call him “Snakecharmer”. We tried to get information out of our guest . . . we tried to buy drinks for Snakecharmer, hoping to learn valuable information . . . but he was a rock. We obtained no information about his solve. We had a very fun evening talking treasure.
The next day, we took a drive thru a very muddy canyon; and we had to scrape the mud off our tires twice, because we were sliding on the mud. Sandy B is an amazing driver; she drove us thru mud that had tire ruts or grooves in the road twelve inches deep. Sandy drove us out of there in 4WD LOW. Golden R was a good luck charm for Sandy B. Sandy B has had eight flat tires this year – on this trip Sandy B didn’t get a flat tire!
We hiked a trail which promised warm waters halting, canyon down, and an X.
We found eyes, a drawing nigh, and a listen good. We stood in one spot which has a pi to the West,
Not pineapple pi
And a finger to our east.
and a pure white blaze to our North. But no treasure chest.
The rocks along the trail were so fun to climb over and climb through – it was like a playground. But Golden R couldn’t stay and play on those rocks, because Sandy B has the attention span of a mosquito.
We then entered the strange part of our journey. This was a time where Sandy B found a broken hiking pole which displayed the word: stop (obviously “halt”).
At this point, we were E.C. Watersing it. (Before we sent this article to Dal, we received permission from E. C. Waters to turn his name into a verb meaning: ‘find a clue in everything you see’).
We found a concrete trough.
As we looked behind us, we saw a big water tower up high. Why didn’t we see that as we hiked by it?
That was a beautiful, fun trail. We found hot springs and saw foot prints from elk, badger and coyote (or fox). But no treasure chest.
The next day we weren’t allowed to drive into the Vallas Caldera National Preserve, because it was hunting season; and WE WERE hunting! So we pulled out our maps, and Sandy B discovered the BEST solve yet. We packed part of our sandwich . . .
“Did we have a flashlight?”, you might ask. Sandy B carried two or three flashlights at all times; and a rock hammer/pick axe/lever for moving rocks and scraping tires. Golden R carried two flashlights, two different packs of matches, and two different packs of waterproof matches, and everything we needed to build a shelter if we got lost. If we got lost, and had to spend the night in the mountains, our shelter would have been seen from the space shuttle.
On this hike we found a tiny, tiny water fall (it’s so tiny you can’t even see it in this picture below).
Something tells me we should go this way.
We saw recent bear scratches on a tree.
We found treasures old and new; and we did it tired.
If Sandy B had been driving that truck, it never would have gotten stuck. Sandy B can drive anywhere.
On this hike we had home of Brown; canyon down; WWWH; listen good; and X marks the spot. So we moved some rocks, reorganized some more rocks, and repositioned a few more rocks.
No treasure chest.
We had a very fun trip; and we saw some amazing sites. And we are getting closer and closer to the treasure chest.
Golden Retrievers and Sandy B-