Fifty percent of the people were put on this planet so that we could enjoy the other fifty percent. This family personifies the latter group in its positive best. It is for them, and others like them, that I wrote my books, and hid the treasure.ff
Dear Mr. Fenn,
My name is Margaret and I am writing to thank you. Because of you and your poem my sons and I have been spending more time together in the wild.
I grew up in a family of 7 and we barely had enough money to make ends meet. But my father always took us out camping, hiking and exploring. I love that he instilled a love of the outdoors in his children. Over the years, I made it outside less and less.
About a year and half ago I stumbled across your poem and my son asked what I was reading, so I read it to him. He was intrigued. We talked about it a bit and although we didn’t have the resources to search for the treasure, he has since taken to treasure hunting everywhere.
I would love to introduce you to my oldest son, Charles. He turned 5 on May 15th. For his birthday party I gave him the choice of a party at Chuck E Cheese like all his friends or a camping trip with family.
He picked the latter with no hesitation! He spent hours in the woods looking for treasures with his cousins! He actually carried 2 bags around. One for special things he found and another to pick up trash left by others.
Earlier this spring we took a trip to a local hot spring here in Utah.
Shortly after we began to research other springs close by that we might be able to visit someday. I was reading some excerpts from online to him and we came across a blog where the author said something about coming to a gate across the road that was locked so he had to turn around. And that it turned out to be (search area removed by editor) in Colorado.
Charles turned to me and laughed, he said ‘where warm waters halt.’ I could not believe he remembered that since it had been quite a while since we discussed your poem. We started researching the area a bit and are falling in love with the area around there. Charles wants to visit the Anasazi Heritage Center down by the reservoir and see all the ruins of the old pueblos. I don’t know when we will be able to make it there, but we will keep reading and planning while we explore the wilderness here in our backyard.
This boy amazes me. The way his mind works at such a young age seems so unique to me. Although, through all my reading, I have yet to find anyone who interprets the clue that way. I can’t help but be intrigued by the thoughts of a child. And I truly wanted to let you know how grateful I am for you. Because we found your poem, I was reminded about all the adventures of my youth and have been able to begin to expose my boys to the same. I’m pretty sure that we will never come close to finding your treasure, but how amazing it is to be able to share the excitement of the chase with my son.
If we ever do make it to the area he thinks it may be we will follow his path and look. Even if someone has found it elsewhere before then. Maybe by that time my other son Arlo, who is one and a half, will be old enough to share the thrill with us.
Next step is to get a copy of your books to read together. We are saving up and hope to have them soon!
Thank you for taking the time to read this. And thank you again for the wonderful gift you have given my family and countless others! You are a special person and the world needs more like you!