The following story is from a note sent to Forrest. Forrest asked if I would post it here with the author’s permission.
ORIGINALLY PUBLISHED May 2013
Got a call from my brother that I haven’t seen in over four years last week. Instead of saying hi, he started telling me how to make a quick buck. He began telling me about this old man in Santé Fe who hid a lot of loot in the mountains and all we had to do is go get it. Since I was on vacation and haven’t seen my brother for four years. I said, I’m In, when do we leave? Tomorrow morning, he said. Ok, I said, since you know exactly where this loot is.
Twelve hours later I found myself in a motel called the Rocker Motel, in Butte Montana. Since it was St. Patrick’s day, I felt lucky!!
Little did we know Butte has a St Patrick’s festival every year and all the motels are filled, leaving us with the Rocker as our only choice. The only room available was a smoking room for $76.00. (OMG) Desperate after 12 hours of driving, we took it. Besides, we were rich in a few days. As we settled in, with our maps across the bed and Bear spray recently purchased lying on the desk, my brother began giving me these little hints that he didn’t know exactly where the loot was, but he believed it was within a hundred yards off the road…(I thought he said it was 30 yards on the phone?) Anyways, in the morning we headed into Yellow Stone to begin our search…there was one problem, nothing looked like it did in the pictures because there was a foot of snow everywhere and it was 20 degrees outside. After traveling down the snowy hills that seemed like forever, and a weather system moving in fast, It dawned on me that I was not going to be rich today. I couldn’t justify with family back home, taking off 1,100 miles and not searching for this loot. So, I had to keep my chin up and hope for the best. Finally, after driving miles, we parked on the side of the road and my brother pointed to some Aspens he believes hold the loot. I stepped out of the truck and quickly got back in. Oh, hell no! I said, I’m not going out across that field in a foot of snow…lets take some pictures and get out of here. No, not my brother, Bear spray in one hand and wearing clothes that he would wear at the beach, he headed off. Immediately he fell on his face in the snow..I’m busting my gut at this point, but keeping an eye on all these buffalo getting closer at the same time. Within twenty minutes my brother was half way to the Aspens…then I noticed something…those aren’t Aspens!! I couldn’t bring myself to honk the horn, I had to watch this for myself..now I’m really busting the gut. I waited until my brother checked every tree in the area and then watched him scratch his head, while walking back to the truck. As he approached my window he stated to me in a depressed voice,” those trees were not aspens” oh, they weren’t, I said. Well, look at it this way, you have another clue, It’s not here!
Now my brother and I talk everyday and have family trips planned to Santé Fe and Yellowstone Park this summer.
Who would of thunk?