Journal of a Chase…

The following story was submitted by Einstein.


All of the information in these stories is as true as one man can figure out considering Forrest provided me with a whifferdilly of a poem. And please don’t fret if some of the things I say don’t make sense to you or you disagree. If what I reveal is not the location, maybe parts of my wisdom or imprudence will help you in your chase. For all the hardcore Fennatics, I hope to make you smile with some familiar words. If you are already smiling then I know you are in the chase.

It was eleven o’clock on March 31st 2013 when my journey began. My innocent search for knowledge on the Internet resulted in redirection to someone’s blog titled “What’s A Blaze”. I don’t recall what I was originally searching for, but the subtitle on the blog caught my eye. I took the time to read the first blog entry and soon enough found myself at the Old Sante Fe Trading Co. website reading a poem. I had read about many treasure legends in my time, always wanting to pursue one but knowing they are just legends. Here is a living pirate, Forrest Fenn, providing his map, giving hints over time, and I think that is funny. Oh, not that the chase is funny, but it is funny that I call Forrest a pirate.

The first time I read the poem I said to myself  “I know where warm waters halt and the home of Brown”. I may have a bit of an advantage because I grew up below the flight path Forrest took when he covered a million people with his left thumb. I then started thinking about other areas and reading about Native Americans, art, fur trappers, warm water fishing territories, blazes, canyons, etc. I even researched fairies dancing around a rock, if you can believe I’d come to that. I did this for hours, until 1755 (that’s 5:55 PM), and came to the conclusion my original location was a fit for me. I learned so much in those hours including that I could make the poem to fit many locations in the Rocky Mountains. My brain was under the spell of Fenn’s poem.

The next morning I awoke at 7:55AM thinking about the poem and where it brought me the day before. I dissected the poem and came to my conclusion that the second and third stanzas are the key to the location, with home of Brown the most critical clue, and the remaining stanzas telling you what to do once you are there; maybe a design deficiency on my part.

On April 20th my book arrived and I read it a multiple times scratching my head a bit at some of Fenn’s inaccuracies and interesting tales; but, he did warn me that he embellishes a little and does not have to be right all the time. My goal with the book was to find subtle hints to validate my location and how to retrieve the chest, not change or expand the poem’s directions with other clues. The poem itself brought me to my location. I am a believer that the location of the treasure is all about Fenn’s two run-ins with death Ω Ω. I feel that The War and Me , which he wrote years before the book, is the most important story.

Here is where all this brought me; some of it important and some of it insignificant yet interesting:

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.

My Treasures is a poem written by Robert Louis Stevenson in his A Child’s Garden of Verses collection. He is also author of the book Treasure Island.  He traveled through the Rocky Mountains, as written in his book Across the Plains. His only stop in the Rocky Mountains was in Ogden Utah to change trains from the Union Pacific to the Central Pacific railway.

TTOTC: “It was our secret alone…” (In reference to the clearing and the waterfall).

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.

The Great Basin halts (to stop; suspend movement or progress) water from making it to the ocean. The Great Salt Lake is a terminal lake (has no outlets besides evaporation). It is known for its shallow, warm waters that cause lake effect snows from late fall through spring. In 1826 a group of four trappers from the Rocky Mountain Fur Company spent twenty-four days circumnavigating the lake, attempting to put to rest the idea of a river flowing from it to the Pacific Ocean

Now I tangled with this for some time and it is my belief that the canyon down is put in below the home of Brown. This defines the entrance to the location of the booty. This decision could be the end to my chase; but decisions have to be made, as indecision will get you nowhere.

So I am looking for a canyon down. For my “where warm waters halt”, I will have to apply the following definition to down: away from a place considered central. This canyon is most likely going into the Rocky Mountains; therefor, I will be taking it in. But first I need to find the Brown home.

The home of Brown University is Providence Rhode Island. Providence Utah is just along the border of the Rocky Mountains in northeast Utah. This area is known as Cache Valley, Cache County UT, in Cache National Forest. How appropriate an area to possibly hide a treasure?

A group from Ogden Utah who thought Ogden was becoming overcrowded founded Providence Utah. Originally the settlement was named Spring Creek after a small creek the provided water from the Bear River Range.

Forrest is always questioning not having a college degree; here is a little interesting information on a possible Brown University connection:

The Haffenreffer Museum of Anthropology at Brown University has one of the largest Native North American teaching museums. The museum’s goal is to inspire creative and critical thinking by fostering understanding of the material world. It provides opportunities for students to work with collections and the public, teaching through objects. These collections include nearly 60,000 objects privately collected by Rudolf F. Haffenreffer Jr. before his death.

HaFFENreffer – interesting in the least but still interesting.

Haffenreffer left Boston and his father’s Haffenreffer Brewery in the early 1900’s and eventually became president of the Narragansett Brewing Company in Rhode Island.  One of Haffenreffer’s passions was to collect cigar store Indian totems. He hired a local artist, Theodore Geisel, to design a new icon for the company named “Chief Gansett” the Indian. Theodore would soon after become known as Dr. Seuss. Narragansett Brewery sells a variety of stout beers and is known for its red, green, and black logos/beer labels.

Haffenreffer bought “the throne of King Phillip” land in Rhode Island and turned it into a dairy farm with choice Guernsey cattle. A short time later, Haffenreffer became president of a Utah mining company known as the Utah-Apex mining company. This purchase sparked his interest in anthropology and Native American artifacts.  For decades, as he traveled to the mine each year, he would stop in Sante Fe and send trunk loads of Native American artifacts back to Rhode Island to expand his collection. Heffenreffer, unlike other Native American collectors of his time, was more interested in the people themselves and how their lives had shaped than the objects themselves.

In 1921 a fire destroyed his farm and Haffenreffer decided at that time to follow his Native American interests by expanding his collection and building the King Phillip museum on the property. Upon his death in 1954, at the age of eighty, the museum and his collection was donated to Brown University. The book Passionate Hobby is a great read if you are interested in the Haffenreffer history.

Another interesting note: Haffenreffer was investigated by the National Park Service regarding the Native American Graves Protection and Repatriation Act (NAGPRA) for 180 artifacts that were supposedly found near graves. Forrest is very familiar with NAGPRA (enough said).

TTOTC: “… across a blur of lights that never slept: Boston, Providence, Hartford, …”

TTOTC: “If Robert Redford had ever written …”. Robert Redford received an honorary degree from Brown University in 2008.

Just below Providence is Canyon Road that leads up into Providence Canyon (found my Canyon Down). Look! The treasure is right there on the map below!


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.

Joseph Meek was a famous fur trapper that worked for the Rocky Mountain Fur Company. Cache County/Valley was named ‘Cache’ for fur stashed made by many of the Rocky Mountain Fur Company trappers. In 1840 Meek admitted “the fur trade is dead in the Rocky Mountains, and it is no place for us, if it ever was.” It is here the chase enters the Rocky Mountains. This line is confirmation you are in the correct mountains. Remember, Forrest added the Rocky Mountain clue well after the book was published.

Providence Canyon, traversed by Canyon Road and Spring Creek, is approximately 3 miles long to its end. Spring Creek runs the whole length of the canyon then straight up the nigh side of the canyon for about 500 feet. Spring Creek is shallow and rocky and goes up the steep canyon wall. There is no way to paddle up this creek.

The Canyon Road and Spring Creek end at Providence Quarry. Heavy loads of limestone were pulled out of the quarry in the early/mid 1900’s. There are five high waterfalls that come into the valley that you can see from anywhere in the quarry.  Elevation at this location is 6,500+ feet.

Forrest many times has said there is an appropriate quote in the Joseph Duveen (JD) biography: ‘they never knew that it was the chase they sought and not the quarry”.  Hmm… Einstein found a quarry.

More interesting Providence Canyon facts: Big Baldy Mountain is the south side of the Canyon and one of the uses for the limestone mined from the canyon was whitewashing. Sounds like an old man’s head as it was described to me.

TTOTC: “Suddenly, something wonderfully innocent occurred. A small clearing appeared at eleven o’clock on … It was magical because a small waterfall in… It was our secret alone”. Providence Quarry is at eleven o’clock from Sante Fe New Mexico.


TTOTC: “After that mission, it was time to pay my debt to the waterfall and the magic clearing to which I felt so obligated.”

TTOTC: “… strangely insidious something began to gnaw on me. This could not be the end of it. There was no feeling of closure at all, no sense of completeness. It was disappointing.”

TTOTC: “… except for the occasion flashes of that insinuating something unfinished.”

TTOTC: “… only to be drawn to that place? What kind of fool would take a defenseless helicopter to that waterfall?”

I believe the War and Me story is the most important part of the book. This story was written long before he wrote The Thrill of the Chase. He knew exactly where to put the treasure long before the book was written. It is my belief that Forrest found another waterfall to make a deal with when he was diagnosed with cancer. It worked in Vietnam, why not here? Only Forrest knows.

Hear me all and listen good! Now that I am at my location, the rest of the poem seems to direct me how to retrieve the chest. You would think this would be the easiest part; but for me it is the hardest. I have struggled on these words. Maybe I need to be at the location to figure this out. I need to be wise and at least have a set of ideas!

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 answer 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.

There are 5 waterfalls in Providence Quarry. I have a suspicion that the blaze is the east most waterfall on the south side of the canyon that is referred to as blaze falls. Maples and quaking aspen that light up like a blaze in the fall surround the waterfall. Also, the water splits off of a rock about 15 feet up making it look like a flickering blaze in the sunlight. There are no pictures of this here since I don’t want to infringe on anyone’s copyrights. This waterfall is about 500 feet up so I am sure I will be tired and weak when I get to it.

When I get to the waterfall I will look quickly down and hope the waterfall exhibits undercut erosion as most soft stone waterfalls do. I will marvel and gaze at it for a while and then feel the water temperature before I quickly reach under to find the chest; but, I will be brave and it will be worth the cold. Maybe this is why Forrest laughed on his way back to the car? Maybe he was soaking wet?


Here are some other thoughts I might apply when I get there:

One side of Providence Canyon (North sunny side – south facing) is covered in Utah Juniper Trees/Maples/Aspen and the other side (South – north facing) covered in Lodgepole Pines.

TTOTC: “So I applied more mountain man wisdom to the situation. The sun comes up in the east and…”

Is the sun the blaze?  Do I watch the sunset then look quickly down? Which side of the canyon do I stand on to watch the sunset? Maybe I stand or search the tarry scant side (the trees with less pitch) in the wood?

Will I be cold because the sun will have set? Will I be brave being there in the dark after sunset? Is this why someone might need a flashlight? Will I be hungry since I am there through sunset and I should bring a sandwich?

Do I climb up Spring Creek?  Is that why you are tired and weak?

Scant is also a sheet or block of stone sawn on both sides usually pulled from quarries. Do I look for a tar/pitch block of stone? Or, is the quarry full of white limestone so anything tarry is scant?

Over the past month I have been monitoring the Utah Avalanche Observation Center. Those fine young lads have been posting pictures and trip reports for Providence Canyon. The snow has melted and the waterfalls rush…

Now I sit here with an insinuating something unfinished. This cannot be the end of it. There is no feeling of closure at all, no sense of completeness. I must at least search the quarry before I can put all of this behind me.

Einstein’s Exploration

Tuesday 5/21/2013

7:55 AM: Weather forecast for Providence Utah looks great; sunny and mid seventies all week, mid forties at night.

4:50 PM: Boarding the plane in San Diego for Salt Lake City.

8:40 PM: As the plane makes its final descent into Salt Lake City, I can see the Rocky Mountains out my window on the right. An overwhelming feeling has come over me. Mr. Fenn, what have you gotten me into here? Trying to find a 10” x 10” treasure chest in 382,894 square miles of mountains?  I see snow covered peaks rolling on to eternity laughing at my puny presence. The reality starts to set in. These Rockies look so much bigger than they do on my computer screen under Google Maps. Honestly, I knew what I was getting into and here I am… Thoughts of what those Fur Trappers experienced over a hundred years ago; spending years in these mountains, in the elements, Indians protecting their home from outsiders, etc. I have it easy!

Being an engineer I had to do the math. There are 63,360 inches in a mile. The Rocky Mountains cover 1,537,123,980,902,400 square inches. The chest itself is 100 square inches. I guess you could say there are in approximately 15 trillion unique locations for the chest since most of the Rocky Mountains are over 5,000 feet in elevation. And I am really attempting to find this?

8:55 PM: The Eagle has landed.

11:25 PM: Arrive at the Home of Brown, Providence Utah. How many of you Fennatics can say you slept in the Home of Brown? Interesting yet insignificant fact: to get from my Warm Waters Halt to my Home of Brown I took the 89 to the 91.

12:30 PM: Good Night Moon.

Wednesday 5/22/2013

9:15 AM: I enter the mouth of the canyon and the first sign I see is titled “Are You Beeping? – Know Before You Go”. Well I am not beeping but my cell phone works all the way in the quarry.

The canyon walls here are covered with purple and yellow flowers indicating spring is here. Not sure what they are but here is a picture of the purple flowers:


You would never get a sense for the elevation changes here from Google 3D Maps. On the way in I see the Spring Creek waterfall but I will leave that for last. My goal today is to rule out everything else. I have two days here and that is my plan as backwards as it sounds. The chest or my misery can wait one more day.

9:30 AM: I start my voyage around the quarry looking for anything that might match the final three stanzas. Many of the trails here are extremely challenging and half way up a few I felt like I was experiencing cardiac arrest. If Forrest climbed these trails then he is my hero and his treasure can stay here until eternity for all I care. It is possible to get up to the higher points with a real 4×4 but the Ford Escape that Thrifty rented me is not going up those trails. Maybe Forrest was driving a Humvee.

11:00 AM: I have ruled out, at least for me, four of the waterfalls here due to the trail difficulty and makeup of the waterfall. Forrest did say he did it tired but I am way too tired and he has 30+ years on me.

11:05 AM: I head up, about 500 feet, to the blazing waterfall on the south canyon. It is a bit tiring but not overwhelming like the others and I did it after attempting all of those. I get to the base of the falls and slip on a wet log I am traversing for some unknown reason. I could have just walked around it. Saving my very expensive digital SLR camera from the agony, my right hand takes the impact. I don’t even know why I am carrying that camera as I am using my iPhone to take the pictures. Now I have to finish this chase injured but I have had worse so I will Keep Calm and Carry On.

Here is a picture of the blazing waterfall. The wood around it is maples and quaking aspen but they are green this time of year so I did not take a larger picture. They say pictures are worth a thousand words but, as I sit back in the hotel room looking at this, it looks so small compared to real life.


I look at the waterfall and look quickly down. I marvel gaze as I notice the bottom back left of the waterfall is undercut as I had expected, hidden by the dangling moss that covers it. I remove some of the moss and notice it is about 4 feet wide and 1 foot high with a rainbow ending at the opening. The picture below does not do the rainbow justice. I quickly reach in and feel around a bit. I quickly pull back soaked from cold raging waters and marvel gaze at it some more, looking in as to see a bronze chest. I think back to those two guys I saw on a video wading in the freezing creek trying to find the chest and wonder did Mr. Fenn really just get me to do that?


Maybe I need a flashlight to look in there before I take a cold waterfall bath? I’ll come back to this spot later as stupid as that sounds. I must admit, part of me just wants to dive in there but then I will be more a soggy mess and I did not come prepared for that today.

12:30 PM: I head out of the canyon for to eat, rest, and ice my hand.

3:30 PM: I head back up to the blazing waterfall and the sun has gone down a bit allowing a better marveling gaze in. I feel in a bit with a stick. It goes quite deep, at least 3 or 4 feet. I’ll save this for tomorrow equipped with water poncho and backup clothes.

4:00 PM: The rest of the day I walk around the whole quarry looking for anything new. I find lots of cattle dung and up high on the north side I find what resembles bear dung. I hope dung is not all I will find on this trip.

6:30 PM: I stop on the upper north canyon wall next to the bear dung, sit down, and marvel at everything. I think about how Old Ephraim, an 1100-pound Grizzly Bear walked this area in the early 1900’s, how Joseph Meek most likely walked Spring Creek that is 100 feet away from me, and how hard it must have been for the workers in this quarry over a hundred years ago. It is so peaceful and tranquil here. Occasionally a 4×4, mountain biker, or runner goes by and I just wave like nothing is happening.

7:00 PM: I leave the canyon and bail out on the possibility of the sunset being the blaze based on my observations. I hope this is not a fatal mistake. It is time for some rest and relaxation.

10:00 PM: Watching Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom while I sit in the Jacuzzi tub to heal my old tired muscles.

Thursday 5/23/2013

10:00 AM: Today is the day my chase for the Fenn Treasure ends. I head to Big 5 sports and pick up a disposable rain parker and a camping waterproof Ziploc bag. It is a big bit colder today, 50 degrees to be exact; 75 degrees yesterday at this time.

10:30 AM: I stop at First Waterfall Hollow and take a quick look around since I have been ignoring its presence. Two old men sit on a small footbridge that crosses Spring Creek. A small conversation takes place and I learn that one is 82 years old and the other  79 years old. They walked 2 miles into the canyon this morning! They played in these canyons as kids. I ask them if there is a blaze around here and they tell me what I want to hear.

10:45 AM: I arrive at the quarry and there is a car parked with Colorado plates. I wonder if it is a fellow Fennatic. I start my way up the 500’ trail to the blazing falls.

11:00 AM: I throw on the rain poncho and empty my pockets. Did Mr. Fenn really convince me to do this? I think to myself “surrender your hand to the heart of the warrior” except I will be surrendering my head also.  The water dumps on my head like I am at Typhoon Lagoon and man it is cold. I stick my head in for about 5 seconds and feel around. Why did I not bring a flashlight? This is a perfect spot to leave a treasure chest. The cavern goes back about 4 feet. I quickly pull back and sit on a nearby rock feeling hypothermic. What did I just see? Was it there? I convince myself it was not there. It was so cold I am not exactly sure I looked close enough. As I sit here in my warm hotel room writing this I question myself and wonder if I should go back and brave the cold again. I guess I did not truly brave the cold; but I am done.

11:20 AM: I place my copy of the book with a note of how I got there in a large Ziploc bag and place it in the blazing waterfall undercut held down by a small scant of limestone. My chase for the treasure has ended. I am at peace with it all now.

11:25 AM: As I walk to my car I cannot stop laughing. My shoes are making a squeaking noise as the water slushes inside them. I now realize it was the thrill of the chase I sought and not the quarry. Thank you Mr. Fenn.



43 thoughts on “Journal of a Chase…

  1. Wow, I need to set aside a block of time to read this Epiphany! Looking forward to reading it! 🙂

  2. “MR” (heavy on the Mister) Einstein:
    Well thought out, well written and “extremely” well executed!! You sir, are an explorer and adventurer
    in the truest sense of the word…My hat is off to you. Thanks for sharing and good luck next time.
    Fred W

  3. Wow. Perfect spot. I was expecting photos of the treasure at the end! Nicely done.

  4. Fantastic! I really thought you were going to find it. Wonderfully written… i have to admit I even shed a tear of laughter, exhaustion, and joy at the end. I so wish I could have been there with you. This sounds like the perfect search, regardless of the outcome. This is how I hope my search will one day be, and how I hope the finder’s search will be.

  5. Einstein, you had me going there for a few minutes! I thought as I got to the bottom of the article, I was going to read that you had located the chest! Great research and even greater description of your search! So sorry it didn’t pan out for you. Better luck next time.

  6. Great adventure and very well written Einstein – wonderfully done – loved all of it! 🙂

  7. I loved your humor with Forrest’s comments from the book. You totally had me laughing. Good research on figuring out a place like that. Maybe you’ll be the third party to have figured out where warm waters halt.

    • One more thing…I’d consider places around the base of a waterfall, not just behind it. In his war story he finds the grave marker in the tall grasses and not behind it. He also throws his watch and calendar into the tall grass I believe…maybe some sort of time symbolism.

        • No I haven’t…shhh lol. Dal stop being your cute self…go document some worldy event and forget about my blogging addiction 😉

          I keep telling myself…don’t reload the page…don’t reload the page lol…I haven’t ticked the email notify box…so I’m sort of proud of myself with that.

    • Stephanie,

      I knew people who have read the book a few times would love the words and specific phrases Mr Fenn uses 🙂

  8. That was amazing! You did good work, I wish the treasure had been there after all the work and research you did. Back to the drawing board?

  9. yeah.. outstanding e.. loved the fennisms and maps, the little chest lol.. very thorough.. i can see now why you laughed and you need to go back.. thanks for sharing you thrill!

  10. @ Einstein,You are a great writer and your location seems like a winner for sure.The research was fantastic as well.Reading your story makes me think again about when a searcher deems their spot unworthy?! I have only searched one location,but I made 4 trips to it.I still am drawn to it and have not told of it yet just in case I crack the case.Thanks for giving us all a great story Einstein.Will you begin again or are you done w/the Chase?

  11. Loved this write up. I almost took off this long weekend just to go hit my top three spots, but the wife said no. I hope when I do get out there, it’s as exhilarating as your trip!

  12. This pirate attended Brown University, and methinks many of them thar Ivy Leaguers might should read your strappin’ly adventurous tale afore they head out to that thar Wall Street place or others like it.. We need more folks willin’ to follow a dream, use their minds, and stick their noggins plumb under a waterfall just fer the fun of it! Bravo!

  13. @Einstein;
    Great story……..very enjoyable read.

    Wish I knew where you were going (of course you can’t do that), I lived in Layton (just south of there) for a couple years…….We run all over those mountains on our ATV’s in the summer and snowmobiles in the winter all the way to Bear Lake and all points in between. Lots of folks used that quarry as a target range. In the winter you can walk right in those cut outs, the flow is just a trickle or none at all….but you’ll need a snowmobile after October/November to get there. We made some good extra money going to get the out of state hunters that get trapped or stuck up there during the fall hunt.

    Using Providence as the home of Brown is imaginative……I have given some thought to your idea of going up the canyon…..which I think may still be a good idea.

    You should of gone down to Sundance Ski Resort (owned by Robert Redford) and took a look around……The treasure being there would solve all the problems of ownership. Maybe Fenn and Redford made a deal how Fenn could hide it there…’s private land but open to the public…….and a million bucks to Redford is trivial and he likes a good prank.

    One thing that really stuck out to me in your story is you really are a true Californian. I say this fondly…….I’ve always got a kick how Californians put the in front of highways. ……to get from my Warm Waters Halt to my Home of Brown I took the 89 to the 91.

    You shouldn’t quit searching……’ve got a good imagination and understanding of Fenn…….This hunt is a marathon not a sprint. Take a breather……..then come up with another great place to go search.

    • GOG,

      I came to California from Massachusetts in 1996. I remember laughing at the Californians for calling THE highways. Now I do it – thanks for pointing it out!

  14. Einstein,
    Wow! What a Thrill of the Chase you had! Your write-up, pictures, diagrams, etc. are out of sight. Why the chest was not there, I will never know. Sounds like everything fit. The depth of your research is way beyond what I could ever do. If you put together all the details of your research and search, you could write your own book. And it would be a good read. Glad you made it back in one piece. Sorry for you that the chest was not there; glad for me that it was not. Congratulations!

    • Einstein, a chest full of golden compliments to you for a job well done! Bully old chap, Bully I say!

  15. Einstein, glad you had fun. Great write-up. Hope the hand is alright. You and a few others had me worried about where you were searching. I will soon be posting my well deserved, egg-in-the-face report.

  16. Thank you everyone for the comments. I knew exactly where I was going on this chase within 10 feet. When I saw what I expected at the base of the waterfall I really thought it was the end.I am 100% serious that I am not 100% sure the chest is not in there. It was so cold and I could only see so much. It was a perfect spot for a chest – wish I had a camera. It was dry underneath and I could see white limestone wall in the back. A bunch of the opening was closed off rocks. thought about going back and looking again. If anyone lives near there I would head over maybe when the waterfall is a little less active and it is warmer out or with a wet suit LOL.

    I meant to title the story “Journal of a Chaser” but looks like I sent Dal the wrong copy. Dal if you could change it I would be happier. The Epiphany was my original writeup on where.

    Now that I am back in San Diego I am not sure I can let this thing go :-).

    • Very nice story and research. You are crazy (like Einstein) for going into that waterfall. HOB is quite imaginative – I do not believe that is the clue where you should apply the imagination. I noticed that you said you were at peace with your results. I wonder if that was what FF intended when he says to go in peace – after you have experienced the thrill of the chase.
      The Wolf

  17. Great story Einstien! I must say I am excited that your HOB is what I have mentioned several times on here. I didn’t think anyone but me was thinking that. I hope you don’t give up for good on the hunt. After taking a break, the thrill may strike you again, and you will be heading out for another adventure. Thank you for sharing with us, and being able to smile.

  18. Ha! I think that’s so funny. Oh, I don’t mean it’s funny because you hurt your hand or you didn’t find the treasure. It’s funny because you succeeded in your failure. Kudos! I look forward to your continuing success…oops, I may have failed in my comment.

  19. Einstein, you are a brilliant man! Me…not so much, but my son…my son, he is luminescent!!! So I showed the Poem to him so that I could see things in a new light.

    My nine year old came home from school
    with the answer in his hand
    So many times I’ve been a fool
    tromping through this His land

    It takes the insight of a child
    to see the forrest through the trees
    what he taught me about the wild
    has brought me to my knees

    OK, I’m not much of a poet, maybe I’ll finish it later. But really, My son has helped me figure it out and the credit goes to him. So what do we do now, post it for all to see? E-mail Forrest with the answer? Have my son call Forrest (but I don’t have his # -Dal?)? Or maybe, we should just go pick up the trove!

    You’ve all been so gracious on here with your time and your insights. We couldn’t have done it without you! Oh wait, am I being too confident right now?!!! Maybe I need to ease up a little…I’ve been wrong so many times before.

    Anyways, I always think of these lines from a Beatles song when I think of the people on this blog:

    Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends
    Oh, I’m gonna try with a little help from my friends

    Thanks All!

  20. What a crazy small world we live in!

    Einstein, I attended Utah State University and lived in Logan for 5 years. My first date with my wife was to a bonfire up that very canyon. I used to ride my off-road motorcycle up to that quarry and explore! Never in a million years would i have connected it to Fenn. That is a steep canyon! Kudos for huffing your way up. I know the exact spot you were searching, but i haven’t been there since 1999. Perhaps in another millennia you will be proven right, but i doubt your copy of ttotc will last that long. LOL

    Don’t give up, just rest for a season and begin researching

  21. Einstien – Very well written, an adventure to read – with insight personified. I am amazed at the 11:00 info. What a thought that it could hit the spot. I hope your hand doesn’t still hurt and that you know you have done an amazing job.

  22. Great tale E. I hope you enjoyed the Thrill. Thanks for sharing your adventure.

  23. Truth be told, I always thought you came accross a wee bit inflated, but I was wrong. I am pretty impressed by the logic and attention to detail in your chase. You are certainly the kind of thinker that will eventually discover the key. Don’t quit. Perhaps your skills would serve you better trying a slightly more cartographic analysis of the poem, or on the other hand, perhaps you were feet from IT.

  24. Einstein, Please ignore my comment above. I re-read what I posted and it dawned on me how that must have sounded. I have these Eureka moments all the time and get all excited then I end up realizing that I didn’t know anything. I really liked the part about Theodore Geisel. I have found Dr. Suess connections with my search area, so I find that quite interesting. It’s probably just my crazy mind making connections that aren’t even there. It sounds like you had a great adventure and enjoyed the Thrill. Thanks for sharing.

  25. Very nice post. Reminds me of my first trip out. Thanks for sharing.
    You’ll be back in 6 months.

  26. Great journal! I love your graphics. Now I have to add A Child’s Garden of Verses to my reading list….

  27. Just read the top story, execellent !!!! GREAT SOLVES TO THE POEM. but Later ff gave a clue that its not in Utah, didn’t he? This story is so good FF should go move the chest to this spot. LOL

  28. Ocean Fish Riches New & Old
    I have Listen with all my Might
    I am wise and Worth Cold
    You will hear me whistle
    knowing I am Coming,
    to be giving title to the Gold.
    So Hear me all and listen good
    Commence as all you want
    I have done it and now I am strong.

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