Lost in Translation…

January 2017
by JasonD

 

I have been playing with google translate and with various words used by Forrest in the poem and elsewhere and have found some entertaining fun related to the chase.

If you translate the poem in the entirety, from english to spanish then from spanish to french then back to english again, the poem has some interesting changes. I’m not saying that it would help people in their solves, but it could give them some new perspectives on interpretation if they are stuck.

example:
starting here,

As I have gone alone in there
And with my treasures bold,
I can keep my secret where,
And hint of riches new and old.

Begin it where warm waters halt
And take it in the canyon down,
Not far, but too far to walk.
Put in below the home of Brown.

From there it’s no place for the meek,
The end is ever drawing nigh;
There’ll be no paddle up your creek,
Just heavy loads and water high.

If you’ve been wise and found the blaze,
Look quickly down, your quest to cease,
But tarry scant with marvel gaze,
Just take the chest and go in peace.

So why is it that I must go
And leave my trove for all to seek?
The answers I already know,
I’ve done it tired, and now I’m weak.

So hear me all and listen good,
Your effort will be worth the cold.
If you are brave and in the wood
I give you title to the gold.
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translates to spanish:
Como he ido solo en allí
Y con mis tesoros atrevidos,
Puedo guardar mi secreto donde,
Y un toque de riquezas nuevas y viejas.

Comienza donde las aguas cálidas paran
Y tómalo en el cañón,
No muy lejos, pero demasiado lejos para caminar.
Ponga debajo de la casa de Brown.

Desde allí no hay lugar para los mansos,
El fin se acerca siempre;
No habrá paleta en tu riachuelo,
Sólo cargas pesadas y agua alta.

Si has sido sabio y encontraste el resplandor,
Mire rápidamente hacia abajo, su búsqueda de cesar,
Pero quedarse escaso con mirada de maravilla,
Sólo toma el cofre y vete en paz.

Entonces, ¿por qué tengo que ir?
¿Y dejar mi tesoro para que todos lo busquen?
Las respuestas que ya conozco,
Lo he hecho cansado, y ahora estoy débil.

Así que escúchame bien y escucha bien,
Tu esfuerzo valdrá la pena el frío.
Si eres valiente y en la madera
Te doy el título del oro.
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translates to french:

Comme je l’ai laissé seul là-bas
Et avec mes trésors audacieux,
Je peux garder mon secret où,
Et une touche de nouvelles richesses et vieux.

Elle commence là où arrêter les eaux chaudes
Et le prendre sur le canon,
Non loin, mais trop loin pour marcher.
Mettre en résidence Brown.

Comme il n’y a pas de place pour les humbles,
La fin est toujours près;
Il n’y aura aucune palette dans votre flux,
Seules les charges lourdes et hautes eaux.

Si vous avez été sage et trouver la lueur,
Recherchez rapidement votre recherche de cesser,
Mais rester bas avec le regard d’émerveillement,
Il suffit de prendre la poitrine et allez en paix.

Alors, pourquoi dois-je aller?
Et laisser mon trésor pour tous à regarder?
Les réponses que je connais déjà,
Je l’ai fait fatigué, et maintenant je suis faible.

Alors écoutez-moi et écoutez bien,
Votre effort en vaut le froid.
Si vous êtes courageux et bois
Je vous donne le titre de l’or.
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then translates back to english:

As I left alone there
And with my audacious treasures,
I can keep my secret where,
And a touch of new wealth and old.

It starts where to stop the warm waters
And take it on the cannon,
Not far, but too far to walk.
Residence Brown.

As there is no room for the humble,
The end is always near;
There will be no palette in your feed,
Only heavy and high water loads.

If you have been wise and find the glow,
Quickly find your search to stop,
But stay low with the look of wonder,
Just take the chest and go in peace.

So why do I have to go?
And leave my treasure for all to watch?
The answers I already know,
I made him tired, and now I’m weak.

So listen up and listen good,
Your effort is worth the cold.
If you are brave and woody
I give you the title of gold.

JasonD

Goodbye Hector…

Hector Bado was my Uruguayan friend, a treasure hunter and a man of the sea…

Hector Bado, diver and captain.

I was 48 when I first jumped into Uruguay’s silty Rio de la Plata a short distance off the warm, soft beaches of downtown Punta del Este. Hector Bado and Crayton Fenn (Crayton is  Forrest’s nephew, Skippy’s son and a premiere adventurer in his own right) were right there next to me as I made my first dive onto the wreck of the Salvador. A Spanish troopship that went to the bottom in August of 1812 carrying supplies and combat seasoned troops to put down a heated revolution led by colonials against the unpopular Spanish government.

Visibility was about five feet that day and as we dived over the timbers of the wreck the entire ship was splayed out below us like a foggy engineer’s drawing. The Salvador looked like someone had come along and yanked out all the bolts that had held her monstrous frame together. The heavy wooden keel and ribs were stretched out on the seafloor like a giant’s open ribcage. Laying between the ribs were crates and canons, plates and glassware, copper sheeting and piles of silver coins.

The Salvador’s crew had tried to outrun the ravages of a terrible storm, a pampero, and in the pitch black of night had roared up unto a sandy shoal. Stuck fast, the giant wooden ship was beaten apart by satan’s furious sea. Sailors and passengers alike were literally fighting for their lives, pleading with all manner of saints to remove them from the deadly shoal where their ship was being blown apart and smashed in two.

Hector holding two ebony and brass sextants in perfect working condition salvaged from a 200 year old wreck.

Under the splayed ribs and broken timbers below me were human remains, the skeletons of hundreds of poor souls who at the moment of their demise in 1812 had no knowledge that beyond the terrifying sea that was murdering them, a mere hundred or so meters from the Salvador, was land and safety. By daybreak, 400 would not be alive to see the lovely white sand beach and swaying palms of what would in subsequent years become one of South America’s premiere beach resorts.

Nearly two hundred years later some of the skeletons below me still had on their linen shirts and leather, knee length boots. Some had their belts, swords, knives, pistols, coins in their pockets, scapulars and rosaries around their necks.  It must have been a terrible night.

Over the next five years I would be working with Hector and Crayton to survey, salvage and catalog the wreck of the Salvador and to plumb the Uruguayan coast and discover hundreds more wrecks from the 16th, 17th, 18th and 19th century, wrecks from England, Portugal, Spain and France. Many of these vessels thought to be carrying tons of gold, were pointed across the Atlantic to their motherlands before they vanished in a sailor’s graveyard that would become known as the “English Banks”.

Our American and Uruguayan crew. Hector Bado is on the far right. Crayton Fenn is next to him and I am next to Crayton. I believe that is the first bronze canon that we recovered from the wreck of the Salvador. The town of Punta del Este, Uruguay is behind us. The guy kneeling in front is Timboni. He couldn’t speak a lick of English but he could whistle the theme to any American TV show you could name.

Our small crew of divers, sailors, archeologists, navigators and salvors, Uruguayan, English and American at various times, lived together in Montevideo and Punta. We employed a million dollar research vessel built in Seattle and all the modern technology we could muster to sail the coast and chart its wrecks. We ate, drank and partied together. We shared in the wonder of our findings as stories of lost ships unwound beneath us.  We laughed, worried and sometimes fought. Through it all, Hector was our Uruguayan host, guide, traveler, fearless diver, interpreter and homeboy.

Hector visited my small island in the States a few times over the past ten years. We ate, crabbed, drank and laughed together. Crayton and I took Hector up to the mountains in summer where we played like children in the slippery, soft snow. Hector had never seen snow. He took to it immediately.

Now he is gone. Cancer. I miss him.
Here, is to Hector Bado, primo buzo, and treasure hunter, who died last Sunday
http://www.republica.com.uy/fallecio-el-buzo-hector-bado/593694/

dal-

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By the way, cancer has also struck the family of one of our own searchers. Mike, or MichaelD has set up a GoFundMe site to help pay for his daughter-in-law’s medical care as she continues her battle against cancer. If you have a spare buck to help his family out, I know he will appreciate it.You can find out more here:
https://www.gofundme.com/help-jannie-fight-cancer
 

Annual Report 2016…

As of January 3rd we had 10,895,386 total views on the blog. We have 185,652 total comments.

In 2016 we had 3,795,869 views…another land speed record!!!

So far, just on one day this year, January 3rd we had 7,257 views. For reference, our best day ever registered 63,932 views. That was Wednesday February 27, 2013. Goofy had the helm and alarms were screaming all around us on the bridge. I was certain we were headed into a black hole as vast as the Klingon Empire. I had seen Star Trek and I knew that you could not mix matter and antimatter and things looked grim. Somehow, Goofy got us through that nightmare.

Our largest number of views for a single month in 2016 was January last year…January and February are typically not high viewership months for the blog…most searcher interest is hibernating during the winter. It stubbornly awakens in March and generally peaks in July and August…as you might expect. So having 451,835 views in January of 2016 was quite the anomaly.

February, March and April of 2016 all saw a significantly higher number of views than those months in the preceding year. In May and June of 2016 our viewership went below those months in 2015. July, August and September were all higher than 2015. October, November and December were all lower again. At the end of 2016 we had about a quarter of a million more views in 2016 than we had in 2015. So, we grew again..YIPPEE!!!

Where do these people viewing the blog come from, you ask…
Today, 1500 came from search engines. NPR.org sent over 54. Another 54 came from an Android app. Twenty-one came from Forrest’s website. Others came from Jenny’s site and from Facebook.
The rest of you must have bookmarks in your browser or good old Aunt Mildred texted you a link.

The most popular day on the blog is Wednesday. The most popular hour is 7pm.

On January 2nd it had been 2 days since Chasing Words was posted and there were over a thousand views on it.

The most popular posts, other than the home page are about what you would expect…
The Cheat Sheet, Nine Clues, Tips From Forrest and the Poetry Page…

The videos on the blog are quite popular attractions. The Too Far To Walk video is the most popular with over 17,600 plays. The new videos from 2016 are doing well too. Forrest’s summer of logging video already has nearly 2,500 plays and his yellowstone video has been watched more than 2,200 times.

Who yapped the most in 2016?
Jake comes in number one and Zap is second.

What country do most of the viewers live in?
USA is number one, Canada is two, England is three and Germany is four…
Oh…and one character on the blog comes from New Zealand and apparently lives in a shire in some kind of small domicile with a thatched roof…seems curious…

Does the blog have future plans?
Someone once said something to the effect that planning is the antithesis of adventure…or something like that…JCM will find the right quote…
So…no plans…it’s all fun and that’s all that counts…

Thanks to all of you from the hundreds of minions who are gainfully employed with minion living wages keeping this blog well oiled and greased…and of course from Goofy and dal-

 

Save the Date – Fennboree 2017…

Save The Date

June 9th thru 11th are the dates for the 2017 Fennboree.  Cynthia and Desertphile are cohosts this year and they tell me that the location in 2017 will be at Hyde State Park again. I think all who attended in 2016 will agree that the location was great and the park staff were very welcoming and accomodating.

The 2016 Fennboree team worked very hard to create a family friendly event that felt a lot like a picnic. It was a lot of fun getting to put faces with blog and forum names…

For the latest information about Fennboree 2017 go here:
http://fennboree.org

There is a short highlight video from the 2016 Fennboree here:
https://vimeo.com/196213719

A Tribute to Frank Abel…

SUBMITTED NOVEMBER 2016
by Cynthia

 

I first met Frank at Collected Works Bookstore in Santa Fe the middle of October, 2013. We were both there to meet Forrest and listen to him talk about his new book, Too Far to Walk. The store was milling with people… I knew no one, but took a seat in the first row below the stage where a chair and microphone had been placed for Forrest. Frank sat down beside me, and we began chatting. As I look back, I recall it was an instant friendship. You know, sometimes you meet someone and immediately like them…no particular reason that you can pinpoint. When Forrest finished speaking, we hung out together, met Forrest, had our pictures taken with him, and made plans to go on a treasure hunt together the following year. He was from the Phoenix area and made two trips a year to New Mexico to search.

Fast forward to July 2014. Frank had studied his maps throughout the winter and had some good ideas about where we should go. I was accompanying him; I was his partner but I had agreed to go with him whereever he chose. We headed to San Pedro Parks Wilderness where there were plenty of waterfalls (heavy loads, water high). We found a few but never did find Echo Falls and planned to meet again the following day and hike the fishing streams in the Valles Caldera.

The biddies behind the desk that morning were not friendly for two people carrying large cameras and asking for permits to go to the fishing streams. They said there were no vacancies…we tried to get a hiking permit. Nada, not that day. I knew the area well so drove to the Las Conchas Trailhead (outside the Valles Caldera boundary) where the plan was to walk back that canyon to Alamo Bog.

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Frank and I didn’t find Fenn’s treasure trove that day, but I think those couple days together were the bonding moments for us. I realized that day what a real trooper he was…he was about to turn 72 years old the following month and had just had a second hip replacement a few months prior and still had the determination to get out into the wilderness and smell the sunshine.

Three years have passed since our first meeting at the bookstore. He and I searched at least half a dozen times, spent several days together making my movie in July 2015, attended two Fennborees, and chatted anxiously on the phone once a month or more, catching each other up on our daily activities but mostly discussing where we’d search next.

The last time I saw Frank was in Santa Fe in July where Sacha and I had met him and his wife at La Fonda for drinks and dinner. Over the course of the evening, Sacha and I made plans to attend the Santa Fe Opera and tried talking Frank into going with us. It was comical listening to Frank deliver all his excuses why he couldn’t go…mostly because he hated operas. None of us knew then the horrible news that would be delivered to Frank in late September…he had stage 4 pancreatic cancer.

I received this horrible, extremely disturbing news just last month…his wife left a message on my voice mail that Frank was not doing well, and we needed to talk, not voice-message, not email. We finally connected…it was not good.

Over the course of the next three weeks, I thought of Frank constantly. I wanted to call him but didn’t know if he wanted to talk. I wanted to email him but didn’t know what to write. Finally, Sunday night I decided I absolutely had to send him an email and reach out to him…to let him know I cared, thought of him constantly, and was here if he wanted to talk or write to vent to me…I mean, if I thought I was healthy only to hear I had pancreatic cancer, I would be MAD. I would need someone to vent to, to cuss to…

I received an immediate reply from his wife…Frank had passed away five days prior. I was devastated…

So, Frank, if you can “see” this… I am so sorry I never made more effort to call you… I didn’t think you’d be able to understand my words through my tears.

I am so sorry I never made myself email you… I didn’t think I could find the right words to console you.

But mostly, I am so sorry I never got to say good-bye. You were a true friend, a fellow Fenn-treasure hunter who believed in Forrest and the adventure he created for the Indiana Jones in all of us.

Frank was surrounded by family when he passed away. Hopefully, he is now hanging out with his younger daughter who died in a car crash a few days after her 16th birthday, many decades ago. Maybe he’s sharing his search stories with Randy, or Renelle…
All I know for sure is that he will be missed!
Here is a link to a brief tribute to Frank:
https://vimeo.com/192652540

Fennboree 2016

Frank with Forrest at Fennboree 2016

Peace!
Cynthia

“The Lure” by Tomas Leach…

Over about a year and a half ending in in the summer of 2016, filmmaker Tomas Leach created his salute to trove hider Forrest Fenn and the dedicated searchers who have sought his 10×10 beguiling bronze box.

DOC NYC is New York’s annual Film Festival, the largest documentary film festival in the known universe. This year it ran for seven days in November and exhibited scores of storytelling pictures from filmmaking teams all over the world. One of the selections was from the gifted director Tomas Leach of Moxie Films, entitled The Lure.

The Lure is a feature length film about Forrest and the searchers who look for his 10×10 bronze box.  I have not seen The Lure but those who have, often leave enticing reviews…like this one by Nathanael Hood from the Unseen Films blog:


Nathanael Hood is hooked by THE LURE (2016) DOC NYC 2016

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It’s a pity that Werner Herzog didn’t make a film about the Fenn Treasure, a 10-inch by 10-inch, 42 pound chest containing over a million dollars of gold and jewels buried somewhere in the Rocky Mountains. Hidden by art dealer and ex-Air Force pilot Forrest Fenn after a near-fatal bout with cancer in 1988, countless treasure seekers have devoted their lives to locating it (a handful of them going missing in the process). The only clues to its location are in a cryptic poem at the end of his book The Thrill of the Chase. This story contains all the earmarks of a Herzog masterpiece: man battling nature, the struggle of impossible dreams, a cast of eccentric loners. But thankfully the Fenn Treasure has been relegated to the care of fellow documentarian Tomas Leach. The resulting film The Lure is marvelous, equal parts tone poem and decentralized detective thriller. He never once tries to wheedle the location of the treasure from Fenn; he doesn’t even linger on the poem and its possible hints. Leach is interested first and foremost on the allure of the unobtainable. He introduces us to a handful of obsessed treasure hunters: an ex-computer programmer who abandoned his suffocating corporate life in California to become a cowboy; an ex-police officer who found new purpose in life through the hunt after a terrible injury forced her premature retirement; two young women completely out of their element with dreams of nice apartments and guest appearances on The Ellen DeGeneres Show; and a whole host of assorted wanderers, dreamers, and run-of-the-mill hobbyists. Crucially, Leach doesn’t identify their names until an end credits montage, transforming them from ordinary people into near mythological archetypes. Leach makes a point to similarly mythologize the surrounding wilderness. Replete with sweeping cinematography that would give the likes of John Ford and Ansel Adams pause, The Lure ranks among the most achingly gorgeous films of 2016, documentary or otherwise. The murky, enchanting score by indie rock band Calexico—they previously scored John Michael McDonagh’s irascible buddy-cop comedy The Guard (2011)—further enhances the film into the realm of meditative reflection. Even as it records various treasure-seekers decoding the poem’s clues like monks pouring over Nostradamus, the film never loses the wistful sense that finding the Fenn Treasure would be only a happy accident. Somewhere the treasure exists. And every day its legend swells into something as immortal and timeless as the Rockies themselves. That in itself is worth more to more people than a mere handful of gold ever could.

Okay…I’m drooling now…
This film sounds pretty darn good…
If you’d like to see a clip from The Lure check out the films website:

 

If you’d like to know more about Tomas Leach and Moxie Pictures look here:

 

I have no idea where it will be showing next. Perhaps in a theatre near you or on a cable channel near all of us…
If you find out where it’s going to be playing let us all know…
dal-

 

 

TV REQUEST…

Hello Hunters!

My name is Zack Preschel and I work for a TV company in Los Angeles.  I have become infatuated with the spirit of the hunt after pouring through the countless web-based forums and discussion threads of people from far and wide participating in America’s great treasure hunt.  Dal and I talked to find out more about Fenn, The Chase and the Chasers and I was really happy with how incredibly nice, knowledgeable and optimistic he was and I wanted to search further for stories that are just as captivating as Forrest’s and Dal’s are.

I have NO INTENTIONS of looking for Forrest’s treasure myself so don’t think I’m here looking for intellectual property to poach.  Our goal is NOT to uncover the treasure ourselves, but to tell the story of a very interesting man and how his encrypted poem has inspired thousands to connect with nature and their fellow hunters – who do you search with? What methods do you use to search?  What intangibles (or tangibles) have you gained in your journey?

Contact me here and lets find a way to get your story (but not your secrets!) on TV :
zack.preschel@adorecreative.com

Thanks and Good Luck!
Zack Preschel

Help MW and Jenny Win Big…

I received this note from Jenny. This is great…I hope everyone will cast a vote for her site before September 30th and help her win. Jenny runs an extraordinary site that has been a great help to all of us…as well as a great deal of fun!!!!
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Mysterious Writings has been nominated for Best Blog of the Year Award for NEPA area- (NorthEast Pennyslvania) in the Special Interest/Hobby/Activity Category.

I am so honored to have it nominated…… But now the voting begins to narrow it down to the winner!

I really must say I feel it is ALL OF OUR’s BLOG.  (I just try my best to manage and offer things of interest on it…….. )

I have met so many beautiful people, and although I don’t always get time to comment as much as I would like, I appreciate and love the community we have become.  Thank you for being part.  I love exploring, and finding treasures…..and those who visit I feel are part of the treasures I have found.

Would you please cast a vote for Mysterious Writings in the hobby/activity/special interest category?

Treasure Hunting, Adventure and Mystery is THE BEST ‘Special Activity’-
Let’s show them who and what we are!!!

Thanks Truly.    ~Jenny

 

VOTING ENDS SEPT. 30th…..and winners will be announced October 15th

LINK straight to cast vote

Link to cast vote with introduction

New Contest…

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SEPTEMBER, 2016

 

What is the best thing about the chase from your point of view?

Answer this question in 50 words or less. The person with the best answer will win.


WE HAVE A WINNER…Look HERE!!

RULES

  1. One submission per person.
  2. The word limit is 50 words.

 

HOW TO ENTER

  1. Submit your entry as a comment on this page.
  2. Make sure your entry is sent by the contest closing date/time.

 

CLOSING DATE

The last date to submit your entry will be September 30th, 2016.
After midnight (Santa Fe time) on September 30th we will no longer accept entries.

 

PRIZES

A prize will be awarded for the best submission as determined by the judges.
The prize is a beautifully detailed, full color, 30×24 map of the search area suitable for wall hanging. This special map is a limited edition, Fennboree III Map that came out this year. In addition to the four state search area it also contains the poem and a photo of the chest. It is numbered and has been personally signed by Forrest. These maps originally sold for $100ea but are no longer for sale.

 

JUDGES

The judges will be listed here once they are selected and approved by the International Brotherhood of Judges and Highly Opinionated Persons (IBJHOP) 🙂

Goofy and Dal will serve as judges for this contest.

Judging will take place over the 24hrs following the close of the contest.

Judges will be looking for an answer that is 50 words or less and is both inspiring and original.

 

 

Please direct any questions about the contest to dal and good luck!!!!!
Only comments that are submissions are allowed on this page
All others will be removed