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

Forrest Gets Mail – 12

Hello Mr. Fenn!

My name’s Kenda.  Had a strange thing happen the other day –involves you oddly enough

I watched Destination Unknown “Finding Fenn’s Treasure” on 1/13, Friday evening

I’m a paranormal researcher, I record ghost voices…  been doing it on a regular basis for 10 years now.

Saturday morning -5 am EST, (3 am your time)  I did a recording session.   A voice that sounds an awful lot like you is speaking on it.   It’s not unusual for sleeping people to show up on recording, happens pretty regularly…no rhyme or reason to it actually.

Here’s what “sleeping you” said, “IT’S A GREAT DISAPPOINTMENT TO ME THAT MY OWN FAMILY HAVEN’T FOUND IT.”

“TAOS…  IT WOULD BE BALD WITHOUT THIS”    “DON’T YOU KIDS READ?”

Now, I don’t speak at all during the “answer” parts of the recording, only when asking questions.

Vocally, I’m 99.999% sure it’s you; got the accent, cadence, everything!

Just thought you might find it interesting  –I definitely do

I did a video of it if you’d like to hear it —  (incidentally, I was asking about the existence of Bigfoot at the time –“You” suggested I STOP asking about it considering  “THEY COULD BE FROM THE PRIMATE FAMILY” )

Sincerely,
Kendra

Here’s the link to the video…
FORREST FENN (Pure EVP) Sleeping Forrest Messages

Forrest Gets Mail – 11

 

Mr. Fenn,
I am a professional poker player living in Las Vegas… im 44 years old and I came to Vegas when I was 19 to pursue a career  in playing Blackjack… (not such a good idea btw) and have been here ever since. I received your book for Christmas (never heard about your story) and I will be trading in gambling on cards for gambling in the wilderness. Should be fun.

I recently purchased 10 books and have decided I need 10 partners and figured the best way to find 10 people I can trust* was to send it off to 10 inmates serving life sentences… figured they have the time and won’t be looking themselves😀😀.

I chose 9 men and 1 woman. I’m thinking my best shot is the Unibomer Ted Kaczynski.. as he is a pretty brilliant guy and also lived in Montana for a number of years… I have 1 question, Has anyone ever told you they were doing this also?

Hope this finds you well,

Brett

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-

 

Chasing Words…

 

SUBMITTED January, 2017
by dal

 

People think I am a genius!

Okay…maybe none of you think that…but my mom does.

Truth is…for the last couple of days I have been using a sophisticated, yet easy to use tool that gives me precise locations to hundreds of Forrest Fenn quotes. This TOOL was created by J. C. Merritt, AKA JCM and I find it indispensable. Not only is it a great tool…but I have fun playing with it too…

It’s a sophisticated research document tiled “Chasing Words of Forrest Fenn” This document is 82 digital pages with clickable links to quotes and topics by Forrest that appear digitally in TV and radio interviews, magazines, email, various blogs, websites and forums…This thing is absolutely WONDERFUL!

For instance…today I needed to figure out where Forrest talked about “where warm waters halt”, and what he said about it. So I opened up my electronic version of Mr. Merritt’s book and in the search mechanism I typed “warm waters”.

PRESTO…95 clickable links that will not only take me to where Forrest actually utters or pens the words “warm waters” but includes places where others have quoted Forrest talking about, “warm waters”.

Anyone who spends time trying to dig out the truth from the fiction about what Forrest has actually said is going to NEED this electronic book.

I cannot imagine the number of hours Mr. Merritt has tossed into this project…well…actually I can, which is why I never tried to put one together myself…

Most importantly…it’s easy to use on your own computer…no matter what kind you use…

But I think I’ve yapped on long enough…

Oh…one more thing…

Forrest has not stopped talking or writing yet…so there will be more quotes to add to this document…and if you buy one now…the updates are minimal for future editions…I think I heard $3…

This is great…valuable,,,important if you take the search seriously…

Did I mention that it’s an instant download?…buy it today and get it today..

PS-I am NOT getting money or favors from Mr Merritt for promoting his book. I bought the combined version and paid the full price for it and I love the darn thing. Finally…something useful and beneficial to the chase.

Click HERE to go to Mr. Merritt’s promotion for the book and buy one

 

 

Poetry Page X…

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The chase certainly has inspired some great poetry…

Here is page ix for poetry about the chase, Forrest or any other Thrill of the Chase related topic. I am hoping poets will create new poetry and place it on this page.

If you would like to peruse the  verse on the first page of poetry click HERE.

Second page is HERE

Third page is HERE

Fourth page is HERE

Fifth Page is HERE

Sixth Page is HERE

Seventh Page is HERE

Eighth Page is HERE

Ninth Page is HERE

Thanks

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

Crossing Over…

by JDA

 

“What If” the poem is not about finding a chest full of gold, but rather a poem about crossing over to the other side?

In 1988, Forrest was diagnosed with cancer.  We know very little about his battle with cancer, other than the fact that he is a survivor. “What If” he died, but was one of the fortunate few who came back, before fully crossing over to the other side?  “What If” Forrest wrote the poem to tell us how to prepare for that journey that we will all take at one point or another?

I firmly believe that there is a hidden bronze chest of gold out there, and that the poem holds the secret to finding that chest, but I also believe that the poem could be about that “crossing over”.

“As I have gone alone in there…”

As I went into that very special place that we must each go into alone, for no one can accompany us on this journey. Others may be at our side, and even hold our hand, but this is one journey that we each must take ALONE.

“And with my treasures bold,…”

As I go into this very special place, I take with me all of the memories of my time spent here on earth.  My life flashes before me in an instant.  Time seems to stand still as I remember every moment of my life – The good, the bad, and the ugly.

“I can keep my secret where,…”

Having crossed over that threshold, but was able to return, I know where this special portal lies, but I can keep it a secret, until I once again must use that portal.

“And hint of riches new and old.”

Having crossed over, I was able to look back upon my life and all of its riches – My friends and my family.  Ones that were closest to me, and meant the most to me.  But, I can also see the wonders that exist “On the other side.”

“Begin it where warm waters halt…”

Where must this journey begin?  It is said that the body is composed of 99% water.  The blood that courses through our bodies is truly our “Life’s blood.”  We are warm blooded animals. Once our heart stops beating, our “Life’s blood” ceases to flow through our body, and we soon begin to cool.

So, our journey begins at that place where the heart ceases to beat, where our “warm water” ceases to flow through our body.  It may be in a hospital, it may be in a wrecked automobile, or it may be in a Grove of Pines somewhere within the Rocky Mountains somewhere 8.5 miles north of Santa Fe.  The spot may be of our choosing, or “Fate” may select the spot for us.

And take it in the canyon down…”

“Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death…”  Psalms 23:4 describes the trip down the canyon.

“Not far,  but too far to walk.”

The journey from this side, to the next, will happen in the blink of an eye, and yet will encompass possibly millions of miles.

“Put in below the home of Brown.”

In order to take this journey, unafraid, one must have faith that there is another reality after death. Monks, whether Buddhist or Christian frequently wore Brown cassocks in days of yore. This Brown cassock, is a symbol of religious faith – regardless the denomination or sect.  So, on your journey to the other side, put your faith in whatever religion or belief that you have relied on during your journey on this earth.

“From there it’s no place for the meek…”

“Blessed are the meek, for they will inherit the earth” On your journey, you can see the earth quickly fading from view. This will no longer be your home.  Other, even grander places await you.

“The end is ever drawing nigh;…”

The end of your final journey is fast approaching.

“There’ll be no paddle up your creek…”

On this journey, there will be no need for paddles, nor any other means of conveyance or locomotion.  Just think it, and you will be there.

“Just heavy loads and water high.”

You are the product of every moment that you have lived.  Some religious beliefs call it Karma.  By whatever name, we each are responsible for every act and thought that we have had while living on this earth.  We do not shed these acts when we cross over to the next realm.  For some, this will be a heavy load.

In the Christian bible there is the following: The Second Day: Firmament Then God said, “Let there be an expanse in the midst of the waters, and let it separate the waters from the waters.” God made the expanse, and separated the waters which were below the expanse from the waters which were above the expanse; and it was so. God called the expanse heaven. And there was evening and there was morning, a second day.…  Truly, Water High.

“If you’ve been wise and found the blaze…”

If you’ve been wise… If you have gained wisdom about living in this life, you have also gained wisdom about facing death… For those who have had “Near death experiences”, many describe it as walking into a brilliant light.  This must have been what Forrest experienced – the celestial blaze.

“Look quickly down, your quest to cease…”

As you enter the brilliant white light that is the blaze, look quickly down, back at the life that you are now leaving…Your quest to know what is on “The other side” is about to be fulfilled.

“But tarry scant with marvel gaze…”

Don’t stare in wonder at the world you are leaving, nor at the new world you are about to enter.

“Just take the chest and go in peace…”

Don’t question what is about to happen, just take the gift that you are being offered, and move peacefully into your new realm.

“So why is it that I must go

And leave my trove for all to seek?”

Why must I die, and leave my loved ones behind, wondering where I have gone and what awaits me on the other side?

“The answers I already know,…”

Since I have crossed over once before, I already know what to expect, and I am not afraid.

“I’ve done it tired, and now I am weak.”

Having lived a full and wonderful life after having once crossed over, I am now tired and weak, and look forward to my second crossing.

“So hear me all and listen good…”

Please pay attention.  What I have had to say is important to you, and your upcoming journey.

“Your effort will be worth the cold…”

Crossing over is not easy.  Letting go of this life is not easy, but it is something that we each must do, and it is not to be feared.  Soon your body will be cold, but that is OK.  It was only a vessel to carry your life’s vital energy, that is now entering a new realm.

“If you are brave and in the wood…”

If you have faced the crossing over bravely, just as you have faced so many other challenges in this life, the outcome is not to be feared.  As you now lie in your “Pine Box” – you will have already crossed over.

“I give you title to the gold.”

You have crossed over, your reward will be to forever walk in peace on “Streets paved in gold”.  In reality, there are no streets here, for there is no need.  All you have to do is think it, and it shall be a reality.

Epilog:

As I said at the beginning, I fully believe that there is a bronze box filled with gold and precious gems hidden out there somewhere, and that the poem has the secrets to finding it.  I also believe that what I have just described above is also possible.

JDA –
TRY to STAY SAFE all.

 

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