Tale of Two Solves – Part Two

SUBMITTED JULY 2017
by DUSTIN IN ARKANSAS

 

After the first solve failed I went back to the hotel room and started working on coordinates. I had a general area of where I wanted to go, but did it match up to the poem?  I worked on coordinates for about four IPA beers long and then stepped away.  Granted I drink very slowly, it took me about 5 hours.  I’m on to something now, but it can wait.  Let’s go back and base my Solve on absolutely nothing….like before.

Where would warm waters halt? Puddles in West Yellowstone? Big Sky, Montana?  Let’s put that together.

“Begin it where warm waters halt and take it in the canyon down”.  This to me was leaving West Yellowstone towards Big Sky, Montana in Gallatin Canyon.  By the way, I’m 100000% confident it’s in the Gallatin National Forrest during this time.  Of course, I’ve been wrong all along.

“Not far but too far to walk.  Put in below the home of Brown.”  This partially meant I needed to put in the water as soon as I left West Yellowstone and follow it north. I’d rather not say what I believe is the home of Brown.

“From there, it’s no place for the meek, the end is ever drawing nigh;”.  Well wouldn’t you know it?  Next up the road was this little gem –

It made me think of the gypsy story where they partied and played music until late into the night.

Since “nigh” means left, I should take a left here.  So I did.  The road is called Taylor Fork Road.  This made me remember Forrest talking about taking a fork in the road.  Hmm.

Next down the road I went over a creek and pulled off after it.

“There’ll be no paddle up your creek, just heavy loads and water high.”  There is a lake up there.  What if “no” means don’t go?  Let’s try that.

Up from the creek on the right is Lincoln Mountain!

“If you’ve been wise and found the blaze”.  Well, he said the best education he ever got was in five minutes with his dad.  One of which was about honesty.  Honest Abe.  Looking at the mountain, I’m wondering if this section is the blaze or it is around the area.  It’s terrible when you start making the blaze what you want it to be.  I believe you’ll know it when you see it.  Looking at the side facing south, it looks like lightening marks.  I’ll get to that in a moment.

“Look quickly down your quest to cease.”  Looking down from what I thought was the blaze, there was an odd dead tree towards the top in the middle of the lightening marks.  Picture coming.  Even if I had taken the creek around and then went south “been wise”, I would have ended up at the same location and looking down at the same tree.

“But tarry scant with marvel gaze, just take the chest and go in peace.”  This to me meant I needed to follow the horse trail along the mountain to get to the blaze.  By the way, he said it wasn’t in close proximity to a human trail. He never said it wasn’t in close proximity to a horse trail. This to me was the marvel (Thor/lightening) gaze that I needed to stay within while searching:

Did you see how the side of the mountain looks like lightening bolts above?  I know a lot of mountains have this feature, but here we are.  Along the horse trail I was able to walk to the tree (in the wood) and check it out

I immediately looked under it, inside of it, and around it.  There was a HUGE opening on the side of the wood, but no treasure. It could have held several 10×10 chests.

The best part to me was the view.  “If I were standing where the treasure chest is, I’d see trees, I’d see mountains, I’d see animals, and I know the chest is wet.”  I wondered how you’d plan to always see animals if you were where the chest was. Well, across the way is a ranch with horses.  Crazy.

With the Gallatin River below me, and yes it’s in the Flywater book, I was sure it’s the right mountain.  It’s within the elevation remark.

I’m just in the wrong spot and in the wrong wood.  I should go back up the creek to the water high.  We made it a little over a mile until it started to rain and lightening. We had to head back.  Plus, a grizzly was growling at us from the other side of the creek.  If you haven’t ever been in that scenario, let’s just hope you don’t have to be.  We left.  Yes, we looked in the trees between the river and the mountain, along the river, and in a few other places.

Oh, and when I got below the mountainside, I checked the coordinates of where I was and my stomach turned. Those numbers looked familiar to what I was working on yesterday! 44…111… and I don’t remember the others.  44 West Yellowstone section.  Pot holes of water?  111 no place for the meek? “DO NOT TOUCH!!” Is the physical solve an alternate to the coordinate solve? Yet they both lead you to the same location?  Lewis and Clark cipher?  Why does the identification card on the front of the book have a picture of him as a kid?  Why does the ID card have certain letters on the left highlighted section in a darker tape color? Why do these letters highlighted say N A CIPHER…? Yes I know it technically says “N A CIPHEM” but the “M” is cut off to make an “R”.  This is now part of my final solve I’m working on….only to give it away to someone else once I’m done.  Let me know if you’re interested in having it.

I can’t do this any longer.  I’m going to be a dad in two months and my time will now be spent working on her room and reading books on how to be a great father.  That excites me more than The Chase.

Even though Solve #2 was a little messy, especially being done within 24 hours, I really liked it.  It had more heart, came together better with the book, and had a better location IMO.  I know I executed it poorly and I didn’t allot enough time for it.  Darn storm!

Fenn is a new four letter between my wife and I. It’s kind of funny.

Good luck to you all and as Forrest said to me, “Be safe in the mountains. Take no risks. F”

Fin,
Dustin in Arkansas-

CBS Sunday Morning….

JULY 2015
by dal…

 

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In early June I went out to search around Yellowstone National Park with a CBS News crew from New York. They were creating a story on the treasure hunt for CBS Sunday Morning. When I met up with them they had already followed a family from Colorado who were searching and had also been down in Santa Fe and talked with Forrest…and I believe a few other folks in the area who know Forrest.

The Producer of the story, Dustin Stephens, contacted me about a month earlier and we decided on a date and location I would be searching where they would be able to meet up with me. What follows is a Behind The Scenes look at the shoot I experienced with the CBS News crew.

The location was to be near Fountain Flats in Yellowstone National Park. The date was to be June 5th.

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A lovely warm creek on the edge of Fountain Flats in Yellowstone National Park

Getting permission to film professionally in YNP is typically a simple process…unless the Chief Ranger is Tim Reid and unless you are going there to film a “searcher”. So when Dustin filled out the necessary forms and sent them in, the whole “permission” process became convoluted. The administration didn’t really want to allow a story about searchers in their our park. They tried to prevent it but could’t quite pull it off.

To begin, Ranger Reid would not allow himself to be interviewed by CBS because apparently “treasure hunting” is beneath him. The administration would only allow the crew into the park to film me if the crew, and I, agreed to a number of restrictions. For instance, I was not allowed to carry any kind of “searching tool”. So I agreed to leave my ice axe in Esmerelda. The crew had to stay within a quarter mile of any road, which meant that I could not search beyond a quarter mile of any road. There were other rules too and many were unusual restrictions for a news crew. The most interesting was that we had to have a “guide” with us. The guide would be a ranger and the ranger would only be available for half a day so we had to get all filming inside the park accomplished during that time. Of course this meant that there would be someone official from the park with us if we were to actually find the chest. No sneaking it out of the park since the guide was watching us. It also meant we would not be able to postpone due to weather or equipment problems. We had a one half-day window and that was firm, not negotiable. I am pretty certain the administration used this requirement to absolutely limit the filming to something unreasonable in the hope that CBS would cave and film somewhere else. But CBS agreed to everything and we all met on June 5th at the appointed hour in the parking lot at Madison Junction to run off and start filming.

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Near Fountain Flats

But the gods were not with us. The crew had been pulled off the Searcher story and were ready to pile into their vehicles and head for Billings to do a breaking news story on Dennis Hastert. So there we were, ranger guide, searcher guy, correspondent and news crew all ready to go but CBS News wanted the team to go do another story. Of course that meant they lost all opportunity to film in the park after their hard fought battle with the administration to do so. Hung by their own brand new rope.

So that gave me a day to think about where else we could film. Film crews are used to working hard to get all the footage and sounds they need to tell a story, but no one wants to scrabble up hill, over uneven terrain carrying cameras, tripods and microphones a great distance and I didn’t want to spend hours driving up some dusty service road before we could get out and hike to a good spot.

Wild strawberries

Wild strawberries

Bitterroot

Bitterroot

I checked my list of 17 possible locations to check out on this trip. These are all places the clues in the poem take me right up to the blaze. My sense is that I will have to find the blaze when I get to any spot and then, if found, move on from that point in the poem. Whit’s Lake seemed like a great possibility. Short drive, unlikely to be any other humans nearby, 20 minute hike from the vehicles and possibly picturesque. The clues to that area seemed strong. But since I had not been there I wondered if there was a blaze. Certainly we could film up there as long as we wanted.

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Since Whit’s Lake is on Forest Service land I wanted to check in with the USFS about filming there. The Forest Service has regulations about professional filming on their our land as well as the Park Service. The folks at the Gallatin Nat’l Forest Ranger Station on the north side of West Yellowstone were very helpful and very gracious. They were curious about the treasure hunt because they had heard about it and were interested in more detail. I shared what I could before they got busy with phone calls and daily business. They were courteous and welcoming and even offered up a suggestion for a place I might want to look. A lot different than the Park Service. They never even mentioned the legal hassles if the chest were found on Forest Service land. “Go forth and search.” the district ranger told me.

Approaching Whit's Lake

Approaching Whit’s Lake

Whit's Lake

Whit’s Lake

We did. Dustin, Mike, Barry, Andre and I proceeded up to the lake the next day. We filmed an interview followed by my search of the area around the lake looking for a lovely blaze.

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Mike and Dustin talk about the filming on the tree shrouded trail to the lake

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Barry, Andre and Mike setting up for my interview as a string of dudes on pony’s ambles by.

I found a potential blaze in a solitary rock on the side of the lake and another potential blaze in a waterfall from  the feeder stream heading into the lake…Neither very strong blazes but I would be foolish to walk away without checking them out…

Once again I found no chest. But I had a great walk, the day was beautiful. The company was great. The wildflowers were lovely…

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Harebells

My search along with all the other elements of this CBS News story aired on July 12th…

You can watch the story HERE. Look around on that page and you should find some additional footage including a clip of Forrest reading his poem..

Check out their Facebook page and Twitter feed too..

https://www.facebook.com/CBSSunday

https://twitter.com/cbssunday

dal-

Sweetpea’s Adventure…

Submitted June 2014
by Sweetpea

 

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This to me was where Mammoth Hot Springs flows into the Gardiner River.  

Take it (the river)  in the canyon down.  Gardiner Canyon. 

Not to far but too far to walk.  It’s about 6 miles.

 Put in below the Home of Brown.  The Gardiner River flows into the Yellowstone River.  About a mile upstream is Bear Creek.  This is where Bear Creek Gulch is which I’m sure most of you know, Joe Brown discovered gold in 1866. Joe Brown had a home cabin up there. You can still see the remains of it today.

From there it’s no place for the meek 
True that. Steep.

There’ll be no paddle up your creek
This was an important clue to me.  Up your creek! Go up the creek. Go up Bear Creek,

Below the Home of Brown
If you’ve been wise and found the blaze,  
My blaze was a big hydraulic mining scar that is still very visible today. Primarily because where they were blasting, the hillside was mostly  SAND. If you want to see the blaze, you can see it easily from google earth,  and it looks just like an arrow pointing down. The very top of the blaze is on the Brown mining Claim, which is owned by the Gallatin National Forrest.  It’s legal to look for and take gold from a publicly owned mining claim.

Heavy loads = Heavy lodes, they did lode mining in there.

Water High = high pressure water; hydraulic mining, they did that there too.

Look quickly down your quest to cease
I was standing at the top of the blaze, and I walked down and looked downstream.  Then I found a stone claim marker that someone had put pink blaze tape around.  The claim marker looked just like a crudely made TOMBSTONE!

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Dal, please download the picture I sent you. It’s of me and the claim marker.  It had the number 5627 on it, which is the survey number of the Brown mining claim.

This survey was done in 1899! What a cool thing to find!

Continuing down the creek,  I found more of these markers with pink blaze tape around them.  Finally, the last feature that had been blazed with the tape,  was a standing dead tree.  It was a bearing tree for a corner marker.  What to me  was fascinating,  is this tree was marked with survey number 5629, and you could still just barely read it,  this tree was stamped in 1899! How cool is that?

Now hear me all and listen good, Your effort will be worth the cold
You have to cross the creek.

If you are brave
to me this was a metaphor for the stone markers.
He used brave in his book in reference to brave dead people and also mentions their grave markers.

In the wood
This is the clue I thought I had, it’s kind of funny, but I thought very Forrestesque! Is that a word? According to the field notes from the original survey, one of the stone markers REPLACED an old wooden marker. In other words, the wooden marked was REPLACED by a newer model!  or so I thought.

There were so many other hint like features up there as well. 
Off of Jardine road there is a little lake called Bitty Lake.
 Right next to the Brown claim is the Gardiner claim.  On the Gardiner claim is a cabin, you can see from  the Jardine road. Miss Ford and the gypsy wagon are up there. (an old baby blue Ford country sedan, next to a horse drawn wagon with RUBBER TIRES!) sound familiar?

I have so much more to share, if there is interest I’d love to do so, but I know this post is getting awfully long.  
So what do you think? By the way, my whole family thinks I’m crazy!

Sweetpea-

This is Part One of a two part story. If you’d like to read Part Two, click HERE

Grayling Creek – Part Two…

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This is part two of a two part story. If you’d like to read part one first, CLICK HERE.

 

 

Note From Forrest-July 2013 To Amber, Chip, Porochista and Dal

Thanks Amber….
….This will be Porochista’s first time into God’s country. Please don’t let those guys find the treasure up Grayling Canyon. f

 

Note From Chip-July 2013 To Dal, Forrest and Amber
Hi Dal…
…My plan is to walk straight to the treasure with you sometime Sunday…
Chip

 

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The sweet Gallatin River as it winds it’s way along the highway

Ezzey, Porochista Khakpour and I are moving fast down the highway from Bozeman toward West Yellowstone. The light is fading quickly. We are supposed to have met with Forrest’s nephew, Chip, a few minutes ago. I can’t use the time warp machine right now so instead I am late for our meeting. I hate that. I check my cell for signal strength. I’d like to tell Chip we’ll be late, by a good hour, but no bars on the phone.

It’s really a shame we’re nearly in the dark because the highway along the Gallatin River and down into the park via Bighorn Pass is one of the most beautiful stretches of highway this country has to offer. I’d like Porochista to see it.

The road was built piece-meal fashion about the time that folks started demanding automobile access to Yellowstone. Originally considered by the citizens of Bozeman in 1904, It was not fully completed for many years later as the park and the county road commissioners haggled over loss of wildlife habitat and uncontrolled park access. Today, urban sprawl is the new enemy along the 75 or so miles of highway outside the park. Cul-de-sacs with three to a half dozen houses each pop-up like blisters on a tenderfoot’s heel as the prosperous ranching towns spread south and west into the beautiful valley of the Gallatin.

Fireweed in bloom along the Gallatin Highway

Fireweed in bloom along the Gallatin Highway

It is along this highway that Forrest and Donnie made a 91 mile trek to Bozeman one summer in the 1940s. I have to respect that adventure. I am sorry I never had the foresight to walk 91 miles down such a beautiful river as the Gallatin. I can imagine them each pulling a trout or two every day from the Gallatin for dinner as they camped along this rip-roaring river every night for the five or so days it must have taken to walk to Bozeman. In spite of the encroaching developments and growing traffic since Forrest spent his summers in this neighborhood, the roadway is still picturesque…but get here before it’s gone.

It’s about 9pm by the time we roll into Chip and Amber’s property above Hebgen Lake.  Chip’s daughter Emily is there to meet with us as well. After “hellos” and “introductions” all around, the conversation turns pretty quickly to the location of Forrest’s chest and his intoxicating note that snidely suggests he hid it in Grayling Canyon. We are all confident that the chest is NOT along Grayling Creek. We chuckle as we recall the playful note Forrest sent us. Yet, we also know that we MUST look along Grayling Creek because if we don’t and that turns out to be the spot…won’t we be the fools…

Forrest’s sense of humor and command of the English language is family lore. Everyone in the room knows that Forrest wrote a sentence that says nothing about where the chest is, or isn’t located, and at the same time planted a seed we cannot ignore. We also predict he is sitting at home in Santa Fe warmed by his little piñon fire smiling because he knows exactly what his note is going to drive us to do. He’s as clever as the day is long…

We laugh and trade stories about Forrest. Chip says that as a kid he remembers occasions when an Air Force jet would buzz the town of West Yellowstone from south to north. The plane would come in from a long distance off, low and level. The growing sound of a big jet engine screaming right toward town. The whole town would stop and watch. Shopkeepers out on the street. Kids holding fingers in their ears. That plane would head right up Canyon Road, waggle it’s wings and then nose up straight for the high sky, spinning like a top. Everyone knew it was Forrest. Forrest, of course, denies that he would have done anything like that. “That sounds dangerous and probably illegal”, he says with a perfect poker face.

Everyone in Chips front room that evening knows with certainty that there is no treasure on Grayling Creek. We also know that Forrest does not hand out clues to individuals…only to the public at large. We know that the last place on earth we should bother to look is Grayling Creek and we also know that the first place we will all look tomorrow will be Grayling Creek. We are doomed.

I am a little surprised by Chip’s immersion into the poem. He shares a three ring binder with Porochista and me that holds his notes about the poem and his ideas about the location of the treasure. He is a serious searcher with an unshakeable belief that Forrest’s chest is somewhere around Yellowstone.

We make plans to meet with Emily and her brother Aubrey for breakfast in the morning and the four of us will head on over to Grayling Creek for a look/see. Like addicts…we are about to embark on something we know we shouldn’t because we cannot avoid doing exactly what we’ve been told NOT to do…Forrest is a fun loving puppet master…

Before midnight, Porochista and I head off toward West Yellowstone and accommodations provided by Chip and Amber at one of their rental properties. Although we have simple and explicit directions to the building where we will have rooms, we go back and forth and up and down the streets of West Yellowstone hunting for the address. How on earth can I ever expect to find the treasure chest when I can’t even find a two story apartment building in West Yellowstone. I really am doomed.

The gate at Parade Rest Guest Ranch

The gate at Parade Rest Guest Ranch

The next morning Emily and her brother Aubrey meet us at Parade Rest Guest Ranch where we will have breakfast. I really didn’t know about this place before this morning. I may have seen a sign for it along Lake Hebgen but I had no idea the lodge was open to the public for meals. It was a perfect place to enjoy a hearty Montana style breakfast in a western, ranch house setting. Emily has brought along her infant daughter Aliyah. She is curious and perfectly mannered and just about the cutest kid in Montana. She draws a lot of waving and ohhs and ahhs from the other customers at the ranch.

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The conversation today is much more relaxed. I suppose because we have the big issue settled. We know where we are headed to search. So around the breakfast table we just talk like normal people rather than treasure addicted searchers. We talk about the vicious otter that has showed up on the Madison River near the 191 bridge. It has attacked and bitten more than one swimmer. I learn that Emily is a trail runner, biker, marathoner and outdoors woman of the most Montana kind. Aubrey is recovering from some broken limbs but looks absolutely fit to me. He busts broncs and rides on the backs of angry bulls on the rodeo circuit but is spending his healing time as a rodeo clown this summer. Have you ever seen what a rodeo clown does? That’s tougher than being a bull rider as far as I am concerned. The whole purpose of a clown in the rodeo ring is to get those behemoth, outraged bulls to chase and try to kill him. His goal of course, is to survive. It quickly adds up to me that Chip has raised a couple of kids not afraid to take on serious challenges.

Aubrey, Porochista, Emily and Aliyah as we start into the Grayling Creek Canyon

Aubrey, Porochista, Emily and Aliyah as we start into the Grayling Creek Canyon

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Crossing Grayling Creek

Right after breakfast we head over to nearby Grayling Creek and begin our search. There really is no trail along the creek. The water is clear and cold as it comes out of the Park onto Forrest Service land. The canyon is sometimes narrow and sometimes broad. The water is in a hurry and the walk is enchanting through wooded riverine and past cliffs of local yellow, scrabbly rock. We are on the watch for bears. They have been in the area recently. Aubrey brings his dog Tater, who will spot a bear long before we do. Once the canyon narrows down to no wider than the stream itself we have to clamber from rock to rock and ledge to ledge to follow along the creek.

Where I come from creeks are a few feet across. The Grayling is much more like a river than a creek at this point. Thirty feet across with lots of charming bends and hiding places for dinner sized trout. Emily is carrying Aliyah on her back as she easily traverses the slippery rocks and narrow ledges. She looks like a dancer moving on her stage. Her feet cling to slimy river rocks like snails. Every step is honest and unchallenged. And Aubrey…If there is anything at all about Aubry that is broken I fail to recognize it. He moves among these rocks like they are library shelves. Meanwhile Porochista and I are slipping and sliding and plunging off rocks and narrow ledges with regularity. Clearly, we are the novices in this country. Porochista’s magenta sneakers light the way in front of me in the darkened canyon. She is a trooper. She never stops. Determined to follow the treasure hunters no matter what ridiculous place Forrest has told them not to find the treasure.

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Little Aliyah falls fast asleep on her mother’s back in record time. I am amazed. The creek is noisy. The air is cool. The walk is bumpy. Just another trek in the woods with mom for Aliyah.

Aliyah at rest. Don't you wish you could sleep like that?

Aliyah at rest. Don’t you wish you could sleep like that?

At a place in the canyon where we really can’t go much further without walking in chest deep water there is a fall. A beautiful multi-teared fall about thirty feet across and with about a 15 foot total drop. A blaze? Surely Forrest has seen this fall in his exploration for good fishing holes. We cannot avoid the inevitable. Aubrey tells me that the water in the creek is at it’s lowest this time of year. Snow and Ice will keep everyone out in winter. If we are going to examine that fall…now would be the best time.

Approaching the fall on Grayling Creek

Approaching the fall on Grayling Creek

We wade out and examine every crevice and hole. We look under, around, in and through the fall. Aubrey has the certain feet that allow him to walk across the lip of the fall to look at the other side. Tater gingerly follows. Clearly the dog has concerns. She looks one way, then another. Gets halfway across then begins to turn back . Tater knows this is the wrong place to be walking. I start on this side of the fall and work toward the center at its foot. Emily stays on the side with Aliyah safely on her back. She will wade in if anyone gets in trouble. Porochista stays out of the fall as well. I am convinced she thinks we are all lunatics. Perhaps we all are. The water wants to push me downstream. The current is so fierce in spots that I dare not lift a foot off the bottom without a handhold for fear I will be pushed over. I pry and poke with my ice ax. The water is sternum deep in spots. It’s uncomfortably cold. Staying upright is a constant chore. If I fall I’ll end up about thirty feet downstream after banging into some boulders on the way. Finding a place between boulders to cram my feet is challenging. The rocks move threateningly under pressure from the current. I wonder why I am here. Would Forrest be here? I think not. He’s smarter than I am. We spend most of an hour at the fall. Sadly, there is no treasure chest in our immediate future.

Checking out one more spot on the way back

Checking out one more spot on the way back

As we are walking out Chip approaches on an ATV to help us carry the heavy chest. Unfortunately, there is no chest to be carried. And of course, I am reminded that it is highly unlikely that Forrest would have hefted the chest through that difficult canyon. Not a likely spot. But certainly a lovely place to waste valuable exploring time with good company.

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Porochista, Emily, Aliyah, Chip, Aubrey and Tater…treasureless again!

When we get back to their house, Amber has laid out a fantastic lunch spread. We all make sandwiches and talk about the adventure. The conclusion is unanimous. That fall is  not the location of the chest for more than one reason.

1. Too difficult to get at while carrying 21lbs…twice..

2. It’s too remote. We all believe the chest is hidden near an area that the public visits.

3. Why would that place be special to Forrest?

4. I try and try but I cannot make the clues in the poem lead me into that canyon.

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A splendid lunch with Amber

The next day Porochista and I head into the park to visit Forrest’s favorite bathing spot on the Firehole river at Ojo Caliente. It’s a murky day. Overcast and threatening storms. The dark clouds add to the ominous sensation as we walk around in the caldera of a super volcano. We explore the lower geyser basin and fountain flats on foot just for the sheer pleasure of looking at the gems of spouting hot geysers, thumping mudpots, multicolored springs and alkaline water holes. We admire long legged birds and the remains of winter and wolves on the open savannah in the center of the Yellowstone crater. The scene is vast and wild and prehistoric. Great steam plumes rise in every direction. Grasses dotted with wildflowers at our feet. Sun-bleached bones scattered around the water holes. The air smells of sulphur and something else…like rye.

The Firehole River near Ojo Caliente, looking at Forrest's favorite bathing spot

The Firehole River near Ojo Caliente, looking at Forrest’s favorite bathing spot

Porochistas sneakers remind me of survey tape

Porochistas sneakers remind me of survey tape

Porochista finds a buffalo skull

Porochista finds a buffalo skull

The flats seem like a vast windswept grassy plain with small copses of pine here and there to break the monotony. We can conjure up remarkable dinosaurs plodding through the scene just in front of us. Porochista finds a buffalo skull. She is not squeamish. She picks it up to admire it’s earthly story and I snap a picture. We talk about life and death on this plain. We try to understand Forrest’s remarkable childhood experiences. We find a comfortable log and summon up Forrest and Donnie and Skippy and the rest…We imagine the place in 1940…In our fantasizing it is windswept, grassy and steaming, beautifully the same as it is today. We cherish the idea that this protected place is a landscape in only a handful of such landscapes in the world of modern man that have not changed in 70 years…perhaps not even in a thousand years…

The lower geyser basin

The lower geyser basin

 

dal…