POSTED IN september 2013
I’d like to discuss a few things with you Forrest.
How far is too far to walk?
You might as well be asking, how deep is a hole? I need more information.
And what’s this about Brown? Brown what? Home? What home? I don’t know anything about those things. You must be losing it to think I could figure this out with no clues given other than take the canyon down. What canyon? You’re making me bilious. And what about this warm water place where I should start? I could name a million places where…
Some say it never was hidden in the first place, but I believe you because how could they know? Others claim someone already took it from their spot and that’s why it isn’t there anymore. How could they possibly be wrong? Never mind that they couldn’t find the blaze, or they found a thousand blazes.
Is the blaze painted on the side of an outhouse in Utah?
Some say they’ve read the poem a hundred times and that should be worth something. What should I tell them? The only thing meek around here is the information we have.
But wait a sec, let’s look at it from your perspective. It took you fifteen good years to put your treasure plan together. What sober thinker believes that anyone could waltz out over spring break and locate such a thoroughly pondered prize?
No worries! I can stop searching anytime I want. I am not addicted. I am in control.
My psychologist told me so.
Just in case though…I’ll keep Esmerelda’s tank full, my sandwich ziplocked, my flashlight on it’s lanyard, my meds in ample supply and my maps handy.
I’ll get back to you in a few days. Idaho, here I come!