Starting at Agua Fria…….

SUBMITTED APRIL 2017
by HUMBLEPI

 

Here is my solution to the poem:

Agua Fria (near Santa Fe) to Agua Fria (near Angel Fire).

Down through Cimarron Canyon.  Near Angel Fire is not far, but near Santa Fe is too far too walk (more than 92 mi.)

Put into Cimarron Canyon below Eagle’s Nest (home) in (of) Moreno (Brown) Valley.  And before you start beating me over the head with the oh that’s not Brown, it is one of the definitions, and per SB 179 Fenn doesn’t care if he uses a word wrong so long as the reader gets his point.

From there head up to Raton Pass (no place for the meek).

Climax (the end) is drawing nigh on the approach. (you can see my comments on SB 166 for a ton of hints re: this area which I was previously focused on as the location of the chest).

I sent Forrest this photo thinking I was on to something, because the star of Bethlehem (wisemen) sits on top of the hill pictured.  His next scrapbook ended with the line “The secret is not to get too excited about the little things.  One of the pictures was a smashed church bell.

Head up Raton Creek.

Morley mine at mile marker 3 (heavy loads).  St Aloysius Church bell tower is the only thing left standing in the demolished town and I see Scrapbook 172 as hinting towards this.  The doorway (portal) faces east and is a dichotomy with the rubble of the town surrounding it.  This bell tower sits approximately 9 miles (the distance Forrest’s bell can be heard) from the Climax Canyon.  It was also coincidentally built in 1917 exactly 100 years ago.

Up near Fisher’s Peak there is a Bell Tank and a Bell Spring. (Water High) SB 172 had 2 pictures of bells and 173 used bells jingled.  These are roughly east of the Gallinas (Chickens? SB 175) exit in the Raton Pass.

East from the bells, across the mountain is a giant natural amphitheater (so hear me all and listen good).

Anyone noticed the common theme of many of the recent SBs involving the army going out of their way to punish the Indians?  What about the sudden theme of the pioneers?  Well, follow this link to read about Kit Carson leading some soldiers down into the amphitheater after some Apaches.  It may shed some light on F’s post about his really great hat.

This kind of obscure place is exactly the kind of place F seeks out to hunt for his treasures.  This place is surrounded by private property and the kind of out of the way place that nobody would readily stumble upon.  It is part of the James Johns (Jimmy Johns? Bring a sandwich?) State Wildlife Area of Colorado, which by definition is also a “chase.”

To get there you have to be in New Mexico and walk from Lake Dorothey (I recall a few things being tied to the Wizard of Oz… Glinda, a photo of a “now leaving Kansas” sign I think?)  This reminded me of the lumberjack illustration.

If you reach the end of Fisher’s Peak Mesa where you head down into the bowl, you are greeted with a magnificent view.  Lake Trinidad lines up perfectly in the little gulley of the ridge that connects the upper part of the mesa to Fisher’s Peak.  In the background, you can see the Spanish Peaks and the rest of the mountainous skyline behind.  It reminded me of all those landscape paintings by Sloane and others Forrest has shared only ten thousand times better. Down below, the amphitheater looks like a giant bowl.  It felt like sitting at the top of the Coliseum.  I sat there for an hour in awe (tarry scant with marvel gaze) before I looked around a bit.

From the east of where I took that photo (the photo does not do this view justice at all), a few hundred feet, is a secret waterfall that was roaring from the melting snow. The water sheeted down through a mountain of snow and disappeared. I thought I would get a good picture of it when I climbed down but because this gorge is on the north side, the snow was waist deep and the terrain was so steep I couldn’t for the life of me get back up near the waterfall.

I followed the creek down slowly toward Second Spring on Gray Creek keeping a wary eye for something that might let me know someone had secreted a can of Dr. Pepper in the stream, but the snow was still working against me.  I found a dry hill a little way up from the spring and camped out for the night.  In the morning, I went down to second spring thinking some of his hints pointed that way and for a brief moment I got excited when I thought I saw a bell sitting in the snow.  It turned out to be the remains of a tea kettle.  I moved it onto a pointy boulder approximately 2’ in a direction away from the spring.  On the ride home, it occurred to me that maybe that’s what Tea with Olga meant in the valley down below the mountain.

I wish I hadn’t been so overly eager and gone in May like I had originally planned, maybe the snow would be gone and I could search the waterfall and the creek more thoroughly.  As it was, I had to trespass North to Trinidad to escape the mountain.

FYI, the hike is not for the faint of heart it took most of the day the second trip (bedroll?).  My first attempt was so insane it will likely become a book.  I believe F may have used a horse to get there.  Many of the latest SB mention horses, and that could be why he refused to answer the question about using any other form of transportation.  It was definitely an awe-inspiring place and to me has all of the qualities he would look for in his special place.  These peaks are part of the Raton Mesa formation which also contain the Folsom Archaeological site.

Fisher’s peak by name would seem like the kind of place a searcher would go and come close to the chest but have no logical reason for being there.  Plus, his family passed through Raton Pass on the way to Yellowstone; these mountains would be the closest Rockies for that Texas Redneck with no job and whole lot of kids.

Just for I plotted the points out like a flight plan from Santa Fe Municipal Airport (in Agua Fria) to the waterfall and they seem to line up.  As you can see from the photo the first clue gets you more than half way to the treasure.

Hopefully someone else gets a chance to get up there when the snow melts the rest of the way and do a thorough search.  Maybe you will be the one to get out there and find it, but even if you don’t, I can assure you it will be well worth the trip.

One last thing… I know that F said no special knowledge was required.  All of these things could be solved as clues without having any special knowledge, but that doesn’t mean special knowledge won’t make you more successful.  The key word is required. Two hands aren’t required to be a drummer, ask that guy from Def Leppard; but that doesn’t mean you tie one behind your back.

Here is a picture of the range I took from the back of a pickup as I hitched a ride back to Sugarite.  You can see my consolation prize (elk shed) I carried from the mountain north into Trinidad.

 

HumblePi-

 

Recycling Mistake

by forrest fenn

These vignettes from Forrest’s collection are only to share. To see 294 additional pieces  please visit
www.splendidheritage.com

 

The 40mm anti-aircraft autocannon has been a popular weapon in many of the wars since 1930, when it was invented by the Swedes. It was certainly used in the Vietnam War, and in great numbers. Here is what the brass MK2 shell casing looked like after its explosive projectile was fired from the 40mm cannon.

Bottom of casing

An enterprising Vietnamese merchant in the little hamlet of Tuy Hoa acquired some of these brass casings and started turning them into lamps, vases, beer mugs, and other oddments.

Finished vase is nine inches tall

He employed three or four workers who reshaped and polished the canisters. There was a ready market in American GIs who wanted a souvenir to take home. The Viet Cong soldiers were not happy with their countrymen fraternizing with the “Yankee Imperialists,” so they raided the store, killed everyone inside, and confiscated the inventory, which they sold individually on the black market.

This vase, given to me by my crew chief, now resides behind some books where I don’t have to look at it unless I want to, and that’s not very often. It’s not on my list of most favored objects. f

 

Butterfly Maiden

by forrest fenn

These vignettes from Forrest’s collection are only to share. To see 294 additional pieces  please visit
www.splendidheritage.com

 

I hope these kachina dolls don’t take this personally, but I like old things, especially if they are powerful, and gracefully show their age. These three do. More than a hundred years ago the Hopi Indians in Arizona carved them from roots of a cottonwood tree. Most kachinas have multiple duties, but some stand out more than others. Faith is a big part of the colorful Kachina Culture.

This Butterfly Maiden has faded over time, but has kept her Mona Lisa twinkle. At least for me she has. Nothing about her has changed in the 50 years since she came to live with me. She pollinates dreams and makes them come true. Look her up if you don’t believe it. That’s why she’s my all-time favorite.

Kachinas are made to teach Hopi children how to dress for the dances, and the Sao Hemis is one of the most elaborate. Although customs change over the generations some things don’t. Sao Hemis always wears a kilt, a tablita, and their bodies are painted with black corn smut.

The Three Horn kachina is a warrior who likes to sing excitedly when he dances. He’s one of the guards and, when needed, can rush into action with great swiftness. He brings rain to the ground that insures a good harvest. And a good harvest can mean the children will be healthy, the crops will grow, and the water will be potable.

Two books on archaeology say that the Kachina Culture didn’t exist in pre-historic times, but we found those accounts to be fraught with misdirection.

Painting by James Asher

I found two helmet style masks at San Lazaro Pueblo, and paid to have them excavated by professional archaeologists. Radiocarbon (C-14) and archaeomagnetic dates show that the masks were used between 1450 and 1520. The pueblo was prehistoric until 1540 when a Spanish explorer Francisco Vasquez de Coronado entered the Southwestern landscape. The official archaeological record is being revised to reflect my discovery. f

A Fun, Safe Side Trip….

SUBMITTED APRIL 2017
by dodo bird

 

On my trip to search for Forrest Fenn’s treasure at Yellowstone Park, I decided to take a break and visit the Buffalo Bill Historical Center in Cody, Wyoming. It’s no secret that Forrest was on the board of directors there and has donated items from his personal collection. And I just really like museums. The Buffalo Bill Center contains five museums and for just an 18$ admission you can come back the next day. Seeing how people used to live makes me appreciate how easy our lives are now.

I left Yellowstone through the east entrance. On the way to Cody i stopped at the Buffalo Bill Reservoir. There, I found on display remnants of the old dam workings. I thought this huge wooden clad concrete ball was interesting.

It was lowered into the water to plug a pipe that carried runoff water to discharge below the dam. the huge ball was bigger than the pipe to act like a stopper. it wouldn’t fit through the pipe.

Arriving at the Buffalo Bill Historical Center, I first toured the Draper Museum of Natural History. The Byrd Naturalist cabin is at the beginning.

I met and talked to Mike Brown,who is head of security.
The Draper is set up like a spiral ramp at a parking garage. You start out at the 10,000 foot level of elevation and descend to 4,500 feet always turning left.

The Draper houses the sights, sounds and smells of Yellowstone. caution small children not to be afraid. The floor of the Draper is carpeted and smooth so footing is no problem. It’s an easy hike,all downhill. At an archaeology exhibit i took this photo.

There are touch screen quizzes for the kids to test their knowledge of the outdoors.

So hear me all and listen good!

Four more museums to go!

by Dodo Bird-

April Report….

SUBMITTED APRIL 2017
by Go4Gold

 

To Whom it may have the greatest interest:

This is an accumulation of various communications I’ve been having and am using it to share where I’m at in the hunt.  The major portion was to Jenny Kile.

My name is Ricky Blair.  I’m living in Albuquerque, NM and am new to the Fenn Treasure.  I caught the Expedition Unknown episode back in November (I think Nov) and started working the poem, reading the various website material that Jenny and Dal have put together over the years and after researching through January, I came up with Location A and Location B.

On Feburary 11 my sister and I drove to the A location as Expedition 1 and began our search.  Within the first hour we found a “BLAZE”.  It was not understood what it was, what it was but it was something that someone did on purpose so we took a look around to get acquainted with the neighborhood but because we weren’t prepared to do more than a day trip, we took videos and stills and hiked around some and then drove back to ABQ to process the data.

When I charted the “BLAZE” on a white board and after a couple of considerations, I realized that it was a “creation” that portrayed the topography of what you see when standing in front of the “BLAZE”… now that is too much of a coincidence.  That someone would take the time to “make” this image of what you see is beyond my understanding unless Fenn did it to point the way to the treasure and the more I read the poem and studied the topography, the more I found (I’m convinced) I hit the target with beginner’s luck.  Using the clues below, I have a 100 percent accuracy so far.  See what you think.

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.

I took this first stanza as his Store in New Mexico “riches new and old” and it all being very personal to Fenn and thus the first clue.  Specifically, Santa Fe, New Mexico

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.

Here is where I think I use some creative thinking and “put in below the home of Brown” was the key.  I call it clue 2.  Just because he used “BEGIN IT where the warm waters halt”, he sends you to a canyon and it’s too far to walk so you have to take a vehicle to get to the “canyon down”.  When I realized what the home of Brown meant, I found a suitable canyon nearby I now call clue number 3 and an association with a NM Hot Springs (clue 4) wasn’t far away but “too far to walk”.  “Too far to walk” was clue 5.  So there was a possible SOLVE for the second stanza.

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.

The next stanza was dead ON !!  From the areas that you can park a car without it being in danger and you would trust it to be there when you got back from the adventure, there was a ravine and “no place for the meek” (clue 6).  I’m still working on the “end is ever drawing nigh” but it seems just a needed rhyme for “water high”.  I have looked into the horse lingo of Yup and Neigh as Right and Left but it’s been said that Fenn uses the correct words so I may take the spelling of nigh does not mean “LEFT” but word usage to get in the poem’s rhythm and to symbolize that one was getting close.  “There’ll be no paddle up your creek” was right on because its normally a dry river bed when you get down there and is clue number 7.  “Just heavy loads and water high” was just what you see around you… Large ass boulders and a water high MARK on the canyon walls.  Again, clue 8 and 9 were right there…

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.

Here is where speculation is all you have to work with and the reason I’m not holding the treasure now.  It says that “if you’ve been wise and found the blaze, look quickly down, your quest to cease” has to be the full line.  I originally thought I found the BLAZE but one can’t be sure without knowing what you are looking for and I hunted closer to this BLAZE during Expedition 2.  My philosophy has been that the BLAZE is “to BLAZE a trail to the Treasure.”  But I also think it takes at least 2, preferably 3 data points to BLAZE a trail.  Just one is a sign post… but little detail.  A 2nd Marker gives you distance and direction and a 3rd gives you a real trail to follow. So what I think I found February 11 was the “Trailhead”.  I think I found the 2nd marker on Sunday this week but it was late in the afternoon on the last hunt day (of course) so I have to make Expedition 4 on April 1st.  So I’m saying I think I stood in front of a Trailhead that points the way using the topography you see in the background which lead me to possibly the second marker.  I have my opinion on what the second marker “says” but I won’t know until I go back up.  Coincidentally the second marker is right under the “water high” mark so it flows just like the poem.

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.

Now this stanza definitely doesn’t have a clue here.  I think it was sentimental stated and nothing more.

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.

Same here.  Conclusion to the poem but no clues I can see and I’ve basically accounted for the 9 clues and feel I hit the target there.  I have a funny feeling that “in the wood” is just saying “in Forrest’s head”.  (Forest/Wood… get it?)  Bravery is symbolized in spending your money, time and effort to find the Treasure, “I give you title to the gold”.  Done.

Expedition 2 starts with me spending the first 3 days searching and digging just below (“look quickly down”) the BLAZE that I now think is the Trailhead but you don’t know until you look, right?  I even found a perfect rock ledge that would be the best spot to slide in the treasure, cover it with sticks and rocks and pine needles and let it freeze up in winter, AND I even got a major hit from my metal detector.  OMG was I excited.  It was frozen over so for two evenings I would run my propane heater under a blanket to soften the ice and when it was uncovered, it was just an old tin can so far back it had to have been put there in the ICE age.  I have the can and the pictures to prove it.  I even broke my military shovel handle trying to get it out.  But the can looks nice on my mantle as my treasure hunting memento.  I realized after I went home that the “water high” mark was where I should have been looking.  (That was then my focus during Expedition 3.)

It was a 7 day event so I continued looking and hunting and I recorded on video all the hikes so that I could review them while lying in bed at home.  Expedition 2 gathered more information but no addition glory in search of the treasure.

Expedition 3 was Friday, Saturday and Sunday 3/12 last week with thoughts of hunting Monday but I was beat from the first 3 days.  So Monday I felt I needed to go to Area B just to see its possibilities.  I had not been there yet because Location A was so perfect.  When I finally got there Monday afternoon, it was a totally different look and feel.  Nothing on the poem seemed to be there.  It was all private land with Keep Out signs and fencing everywhere.  Lots of little homesteads and driveways.  No canyon that was accessible by the general public and no “heavy loads and water high” could be seen from public access… so I count it out as a treasure location.  Location A is on State Land and can never be bought or sold or bulldozed so I think I got that covered also.  Location B just confirmed my first attempt and Location A as my search area.  And “No”, that doesn’t usually happen to me and frankly I’m shocked.  My personality is one that if I pick left, it’s right or any 50/50 chance I’m 90 percent wrong.  So I usually gamble by placing a little money on my pick and have someone else put a little more money on the opposite and that actually sustains my gambling technique.  So I keep pinching myself to think I hit the right location the first time.  Best part, no one is looking here.  There was no evidence that anyone had ever been there searching.  I left totems for the gods as proof I was there and hope it appeases them so they give up the treasure on my next outing.

Looking at the additional clues:

Cheat Sheet

What we are taking as fact:
♦Located above 5,000 ft and below 10,200 ft.  Just for the hell of it, I took the mean of the two numbers at 5200 divided by 2 and added 5000 to it to come up with 7600 as the possible elevation.  Why would Fenn say 10,200? Just 10,000 would be enough or 11,000 if that wasn’t important.  So where I’ve been looking is between 7400 and 7700.  Right on my target.  Location B was all over 8000 in contrast so this is what made Location A primary.  It wasn’t something Fenn said, it was just an oddity I worked to explain.
♦At least 8.25 miles North of Santa Fe, New Mexico This was obvious to me and hunters say it’s because Fenn didn’t want people digging up his back yard.  I heard someplace less credible that his father’s and mother’s graves were dug up.  Well in my trips to Location A, I found that 8.25 (north of the Santa Fe City Limits) is the cutoff to Los Alamos and fits with my Location B.  I can see where it would give hunters additional areas to consider if they were looking in New Mexico and keep them from digging up Santa Fe.  I didn’t pick my A spot just because of this, a possible hint but I am north of Santa Fe and that’s on target.  It did give me a reason that B location might be plausible should A not be.
♦Not in grave yard  Check
♦Not in out house…..not associated with a structure  Check
♦Not in a mine  Check
♦Where warm waters halt is not a dam.  Check

Subjective information:
♦Don’t go where an eighty year old man couldn’t go.   I can walk the area in about an hour and return for water and food.  I slept in my camper and walked the area twice each day, once in the morning, once just before dark.  It was better flashlight effort when there wasn’t the sun glaring my vision (also the camera’s) If I put the treasure at a specific spot, it would be fairly easy in my Location A.  I found that if I walked up the rim of the canyon, that I could drop down into the canyon with ease.  I didn’t have to crawl over ever boulder or around every tree. I do realize that it would be a bitch in winter as the little walk down area was steep and if ice and snow was present it would be a “no-go” especially carrying my treasure (being hopeful).  I understand that Fenn did the hide in December so I ruled out that he used the rim and came in the “backside” of the canyon to deliver the cargo that way.
♦Not associated with a structure  Check

Fenn has said:
♦ There are nine clues in the poem.  Check

♦ Start at beginning… That’s New Mexico or Fenn could not have done the trip in an afternoon from his home without someone else knowing.  I can make the same round trip from Santa Fe in 5 hours in my old camper truck.  If I had a car that did the speed limit then it would be less.  Now the oddity of that is where do the Trailhead and “Markers” come in.  Did he do them before or after hiding the treasure… different day?  different season?  Hide the treasure and then come back and work on the Markers?  That’s my guess.  I look at the intricate nature of expressing what you see in the background took some time.  Someone artistic made it in maybe under an hour?  And when you know where you are hiding treasure the time is direct.  Let’s say the line “If you’ve been wise and found the blaze, Look quickly down, your quest to cease” suggests that you find another Marker, Marker 3 the final BLAZE, you look right down… that you basically are standing on it and I know that Marker 2 was not in a position to be the final Marker.  Since I didn’t understand what it was telling me, I looked all around and the point below the Marker was just higher than the river bed, and I don’t think Fenn would place it where it would be damaged by the elements so there is going to be one more Marker.  It took time setting this up and I don’t know that I could accomplish the same tasks alone myself in one afternoon.  My thoughts anyway.
♦ Clues in consecutive order.  I agree from what I’ve seen at Location A.  If you follow the topography against the poem, they are 100 percent accurate.  Still, stanza 2 is questionable but I got pointed to this location that has all these oddities and it’s way far coincidental !.
♦ Don’t mess with my poem.  With the exception of stanza 2 I tried to keep it straight.

“Some of the searchers have been within 500 feet I know”. If you are just on the road passing by, it could be 500 feet to the treasure.  In fact, its been marked off by measuring tape and paint markers so I hope around 500 feet is accurate or more accurate.  I’m working the area now and the 2nd Marker is about that distance so I think the final marker is within a few feet.  I’ll know more April 1.

“Searchers have been within 200 feet”. Huffpost interview 02/04/15 If a hunter has been in the “canyon down” then I agree, they were very close.
♦ “The person who finds the treasure will have studied the poem over and over, and thought, and analyzed and moved with confidence. Nothing about it will be accidental”.  I’m not one to challenge this because it’s what I’ve done but Fenn didn’t take into consideration that hiding the treasure is so different from hunting for one.  Take a pin and put it in a haystack and then describe where you put it.  Describe it OR draw a picture.  It still takes a huge amount of effort, time, money, contemplation (and a magnet) to find the pin.
“All of the information you need to find the treasure is in the poem.”  If this is the case, then I’m still saying I’m right on target.
♦ Q: Were both trips made on the same day/date? “I made two trips from my car to the hiding place and it was done in one afternoon.f” And I agree as pointed out above.  So on target here.
♦ Q: Are you willing to say whether the place of the treasure chest is the same as the one where you had previously plotted to have your bones rest forever? “Yes it is. f”  I can say that I might not want to be buried there but spreading my ashes there would be amazing.
“There isn’t a human trail in very close proximaty to where I hid the treasure.f”.  Confirmed.  There are no trails, no civilization except the occasional piece of trash.  There appears to be 4 wheeler trails that someone has been on, just off the rim of the canyon some but I disassociate them from the hunt.
♦ Q: Is the Blaze one single object? “In a word – Yes” I also agree.  Even when you have 3 to 1000 markers, the BLAZE is only a single object.  The BLAZED TRAIL is just one item.  In the use of “in a word”, he’s justifying that even if it is 1000 different sign posts, it’s only one BLAZE.  I gave you my opinion earlier and I still stick with it that it takes 2 or more markers to point a trail.
♦ Q: I would like to know if the blaze can be found during the day without a flashlight. “I would say yes.f” I agree.  I found the Trailhead at 11am on February 11th.  I found what I’m calling the 2nd marker at sunset on Sunday 12th,
♦ Q: Did the same 9 clues exist when you were a kid and to your estimation will they still exist in 100 years and 1000 years? “The clues did not exist when I was a kid but most of the places the clues refer to did. I think they might still exist in 100 years but the geography probably will change before we reach the next millennia.”  This is ambiguous.  Did the “heavy loads” and “water high” exist when Fenn was a kid?  Well, yeah.  They are millions of years in the making.  Was the road there and the parking spot?  No, they did not exist.  And would they be there in 100 years?  Should there not be an act of god, yes, they will be there in 100 years.  But should there be a major fire?  Obviously important information on trees would be destroyed.  Even a boulder with subtle clues on it could carbon up, break up from intense heat… water could destroy markings, topple trees and move boulders.  As it is, the Location A is well within the realm of Fenn’s statements.  If everything is equal, what I see at Location A will be here 100 years from now.

 

Anyway, that’s my SOLVE so far.  It is a pleasure.  Happy Hunting !!

Happy Hunting

Ricky Blair
Albuquerque, NM
Go4Gold@aol.com

Home of Brown…

green

This is for a discussion about “the home of Brown” in Forrest’s poem.

Got an HOB that didn’t work out…or maybe you need an HOB for a certain area…or perhaps you have an idea that needs some fleshing out..

This is the place to discuss all things HOB…

dal…

Nine Facts….

SUBMITTED MARCH 2017
by WHUT

 

  1. In Mogollon, New Mexico, there is a church named Mt. Carmel.  (Home of Brown)

  1. The road past the church (from there) is  Hwy 159 known as Bursum Rd—universally described as no place for the meek.

https://www.fs.usda.gov/detail/gila/news-events/?cid=STELPRDB5418844

  1. As you enter Mogollon, on the left there is a drawing of a clock stopped at 4:00, the end of the last shift at the last operating mine in Mogollon, painted by the miners in the 1940s.   (End is ever drawing nigh)  

  1. Silver Creek run through Mogollon and into Deadwood Gulch.  Usually runs ankle deep.  (No paddle)
  1. The Confidence Mine just outside the town produced heavy loads that required up to 40-horse teams to just lower the ore down the mountain.   The mine is the reason there is a “water high”.  A pipeline (called “The Catwalk”) was built in Whitewater Canyon for the purpose of bringing water to the mine.   More on this later.
  2. The Catwalk carried water overhead as high as 20’ above Whitewater canyon’s floor.

https://www.fs.usda.gov/Internet/FSE_DOCUMENTS/fse_010087.pdf

  1. The Little Fanny Mine left tailings of brilliant white cascading down in a classic blaze pattern.  It flowed down into Deadwood Gulch.   It is easy to spot on Google or Mapcarta maps.

  1. There is a blackish flat rock formation opposite the mine tailings on the Deadwood Gulch cliff.  The powdery quartz tailings coat everything in a marble glazeThis is not a great photo, but it sits in stark contrast to the brown on each side, especially in shadow.    (Tarry scant with marvel gaze/marble  glaze)

  1. There are several wood piles between the tailings and the blackish cliff.  One looked manmade, with many sticks of nearly equal length (2’-3’) stacked vertically.  I was certain a snake, rodent or something worse would be underneath and would attach me as I pulled the sticks out.  I needed to remind myself to be brave.  (Brave and in the wood) 

I saved WWWH and Canyon down for last so I could give a more detailed explanation.  The clues begin and end with the Catwalk.

It’s now a park, but back when the Confidence Mine was operating it needed water to process the ore.  The Whitewater Creek wasn’t a reliable source that far down the canyon, so an engineer named Graham built a pipeline from up above that carried a constant flow of water to the processing plant.  The pipeline attached to the canyon walls some 20 feet above the floor and it was dubbed “The Catwalk” because miners would have to walk it like a tightrope high in the air to make repairs.  (BTW, the water source  where the pipeline begins qualifies as “warm water” and has brown trout).  So the Catwalk started where the warm water halted and took it in the canyon down.

The distance between the Catwalk and Mogollon is only 2 or 3 miles, but it’s so steep and rocky it would be unwalkable.   That distance is as the crow flies—to drive it is about 12 miles.

Go to Google Map and mark the waypoints for the clues listed above.  Or a better map for this is Mapcarta.com.

  • Catwalk Recreation Park.
  • Mogollon, New Mexico, then zoom in.  The church is on the far right of the town on higher ground.  There is a parking area below the church for visitors to walk the town.
  • The clock drawing is on the left rock wall where Deadwood Gulch begins.
  • Silver creek flows through the town and down Deadwood Gulch.
  • Confidence Mine is just across the road North from the Catwalk.  It is most easily found using Mapcarta.com.
  • The blaze is in the middle of the points just marked and easy to spot.   (searchers get the first clues right, then go right past….)
  • The tarry scant can’t been seen on an aerial map.  You can see, however, see a large tombstone-like rock which is 40 feet tall directly below the mine tailings.  That is nearby.

An alternative that requires an IMO is:  Forrest’s unusual use of a missing “D” in knowledge and his several references to tea make me wonder if he wants us to change “down” to “town”—as in reference to the canyon town of Mogollon.

Either way, the waypoints bracket The Catwalk, The Confidence Mine, Mogollon and the blaze.

Spare me the “but Forrest said….” stuff.  I’ve studied everything Forrest has said, and I have responses to the “north of Santa Fe” quotes.  He said north for a reason, and he said many other things that should have alerted searchers.  In this thread I’m giving you facts, and if you don’t want to use them it’s okay with me.

Now some IMO.  Let’s look at the “map” on page 99 of the book.

  Notice:

  • The outline of a cat (circled in red.)  If you look at Google map you can see a similar pattern on Bursum Road  (Look for the “ears”.)   This is where the Catwalk is.  It should be easily found on both the Google and Mapcarta maps.
  • The ladders (circled in yellow) on a map not drawn to scale are where the Gila Cliff Dwellings are.
  • The mountain peak and the blaze (circled in black).  See the very same outline of the picture of Fanny Hill above and the tailings.

  • Notice the arrow going down the right side of the tailings into Deadwood Gulch.
  • The “X”s of the bombs tailfins mark the Confidence Mine and Cooney’s grave on a map not drawn to scale.
  • The “river” resembles Bursum Road as it winds to Mogollon.
  • There is a county airport between the Catwalk and Mogollon

  • .  The residence at the airport has an old sedan

  • Wonder if Forrest borrowed it?

Another interesting tidbit:  At this spot a tunnel directs the creek through the cliff for about 40 yards.  If the water isn’t running too high, you can walk through it—but take a flashlight.

From the town, the spot is an easy, almost level half-mile walk from the road.  It’s easiest to just walk the creek, but don’t worry—your effort will be worth the cold.

As a final resting place—there is a beautiful spot on top of a huge boulder looking down the gulch above the stream.  I totally get it.

https://goo.gl/photos/9CYi69mQYxHpuw6F9

To wrap this up—three comments:  First, I have been there and didn’t find the TC.  Second, Why would I give up my solve?  A couple of days ago I was diagnosed with pulmonary fibrosis, and I won’t be able to go again.  My friends and family think I’m insane for thinking there’s a treasure out there somewhere, so no one to pass the secret to.  I know you out there are as involved as I have been with this.

The third is the best:  I’ve done maybe a thousand or more hours of research.  I’ve learned things that are a part of vanishing history:  warm water Apaches, the suspected birthplace of Geronimo, and hideouts temporarily for Butch Cassidy and Billy the Kid.  The mining lore of New Mexico ghost towns is fastinating. The Confidence Mine payroll wagon was robbed 21 times by the same guy before they caught and hanged him on the 22 attempt.  I even came across an account of a mine boss overhearing an Apache cook and Chinese laborer talking-to each other, each using their native dialect (Apache and Tartar Chinese).  The languages were nearly identical! and they had no problem understanding each other.   Mind boggling.  I’ve seen cougars, herds of elk, grey wolf tracks and listened to coyotes howl as I camped under a dark sky that makes the stars twice as bright.   I’m richer for searching, and I hope the unemployed redneck will come and find it.

Links

Mogollon

http://www.ghosttowns.com/states/nm/mogollon.html

http://www.mogollonenterprises.com/

P.S.  Be Aware!  The only road to Mogollon is CLOSED for repair.  Not just kind of closed where you can drive around barriers—it is completely gutted and you will not be able to drive into there.  The few locals that live there have a deal with the construction company that requires the company to move their heavy equipment to allow the locals to pass.  They will not do that for visitors.  I have explored all the other possible accesses to the blaze.  There are none.  The terrain is rocky and there are vertical drops of 200 feet in the canyon.    The very best hikers would need several days and mountain climbing skills to make the trip even though the distance is short.  The elevation changes are staggering.  Also, there is private property there.  The locals are their own law enforcement, so check property maps before you plan a hike.

Read up on Catron County, New Mexico.  It is a unique place, the size of Delaware but the largest town (county seat) has a population of 143.  Past a law prohibiting the US Government from taking property from individuals. Hmmm.

by WHUT-

Where Warm Waters Halt…

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This is for a discussion about Where Warm Waters Halt. We’ve all got ideas that didn’t work out or we are willing to share…I think we can give folks just starting out some ideas for the kinds of places that might just be the place Where Warm Waters Halt…or not!

Let the discussion begin…

dal…

Forrest Gets Mail – 16

Dear Mr. Fenn,

I have an 11 year old son named River. Last year sometime he said to me, “I wish there were still treasures left to find”. I found this to be a telling part of his personality. He wasn’t taking about money. He was talking about the adventure, the purpose, something bigger than himself. I agreed with him. I always wished I were Indiana Jones when I was little and that there were still mysteries to solve and adventures to be had, by normal people. That you didn’t have to be someone special or have special education to be able to go do this amazing thing. I had never heard of your treasure until today and I’ve spent all morning reading about it.

Here is River, age two, teaching my brother to fly

I’m home schooling my son this next year and your poem just became part of his curriculum. I believe this treasure is out there, but for me in just excited to have something for my mind to ruminate over. How fun. I don’t know about you or your life, but now I want my son and I to read your book together- to show him there are still treasures to be found and adventures to be had. Thank you for the chance you’ve given so many people for that. Is it true you can figure all of this out remotely by looking on a map?? I wish I were more familiar with the terrain as I was born and raised in Alaska 🙂

Anyhow, I hope this finds you in good health. I hope reading of others odyssey’s has brought you as much satisfaction as searching for it has brought them.

I plan on studying your puzzle. Feel free to update me on any new clues haha! Maybe someday we will go rescue your box from its watery grave. Until then, thanks again for the adventure.

Roxanne

 

 

Redemption….

SUBMITTED MARCH 2017
by DIGGIN GYPSY

 

On one of last year’s searches I brought along a small tribe of my family to help search.

My right hand little man was my grandson Dylan.

I thought I had found the “blaze of all blazes” on a previous trip which cast a great shadow over the Madison River and we all came to the blaze to check it out.

This was my “blaze” and this is it’s story.

On an earlier winter trip near here I was walking and fell on a 3 foot snow drift. As I lay there struggling to get out I looked over and I was like “Dang that rock has a face and looks  to be wearing a long smock.”    The Virgin Mary?

Later on, after I was home I kept thinking of that lady rock and it reminded me of something I saw in the book on page 99, the walking man carrying what looks like the Virgin Mary. If you flip the picture on it’s side, the man is an eagle.

So you have a man/eagle and Virgin Mary.  That mountain rock I saw looked exactly like that. Many items in the book started clicking for me with lady or Virgin Mary. The ole coot drew the L on all the little ladies shirts.  Miss Ford is a virgin who he talks about way too much 😜.

Skippy in the graduation smock. Peggy in her wedding gown.  The picture of the girl with a vail.  The crescent moon and dove, both symbols of the Virgin Mary. Forrest holding an ax (Jesus was a carpenter).

I know what some of you will say: “The ole coot ain’t religious.” Awww, but he is spiritual. I took these pictures in his garage and there it was Our Lady of Guadalupe hanging with all his favorite things.

He has several old religious relics. Some of them are on his scrapbooks. Some have to do with the Virgin Mary.  Indulgence, hmmmm something he is offering as a redemption for all his sins so he can sit at the great banquet table with all his friends.

So where better to put that sacrifice than at the feet of the “Virgin Mary Rock”? 💰
if you zoom in on the rock you will see Mary gazing down… “gaze and marvel”, two words that are used a lot referring to Our Lady of Guadalupe or the Virgin Mary, ohhh or Miss Ford.

In the map with the frog there is a ghost woman in the middle of it.  I figure that it has to mean Ghost Village on the Madison, which is right where the “Virgin Mary Rock” hovers with an eagle at her side. Which is right next to the high mountain that reminds me of church steeples.

Also on the gold coin in that photo is Jesus. He has a thorn crown on his head.

and there is a ghost woman with big eyes and her mouth open.

He seems to write often about women who know how to stand on their own two feet and who are inventive.  Heck, he just loves women.

Mary was the ultimate woman.   A lot of his scrapbooks are about women.

He mentions Sacajawea. She was referred to by others as Mary. Queen Elizabeth I of England was known as the Virgin Queen.

A lot of clasping of the hands in the book too.  His little sister and him a few times. He who teaches a child labors in Gods workshop. Joseph taught jesus to be a carpenter and there is a picture of a carpenter at Peggy’s feet. Beavers are carpenters. So he must have been alluding to Beaver Creek hahahe.

He likes to sit in a graveyard ghost village.

Forrest says there are three dimensional figures on the chest. I believe they could represent his three favorite women. He wrote “no saint could match her faith”, but actually the Virgin Mary did match her faith 😜. The Candy Ann team saved his life same as Mary did for mankind by obeying God and doing just.

So there is my solve. There are many more references to ladies and the Virgin Mary, I could go on and on.

As my family explored the area we crossed the river and left no stone or log unturned. Following the Madison we soon realized the water is so swift in there that we didn’t think he could possibly carry forty pounds across. It’s just to dangerous…not just for Forrest but also for anyone trying to follow in his footsteps. Clearly, my solve was a bust.

Before we left the Madison, Alvin came to tell us bye. He thought we were all quite the show.

Just as we are leaving the dam area we see a moose being born…what are the odds on that?

That was an incredibly memorable moment for Dylan. We’ve made many trips to this area and have always come back home without the cheat, but we never leave Montana depressed.  Every moment being in the mountains is better than any amount of money.

Now back with my nose to the grinding stone.

Diggin Gypsy-