Scrapbook Ninety Five…




I was on Renelle’s treasure quest with her…..more the brawn than the brains.  She may have told you about me.  I worked with her in the Tetons.  I was her legs on a number of adventures as she would send me off into the hills with a set of GPS coordinates and an X on a map.  More than once, as I was thrashing through the brush, climbing over rocks, or staggering down a steep hillside, I wondered, ‘could that guy really have gotten the treasure here’?  We had some fun adventures, and I always hoped that I would find that box hidden away at the point she had sent me to.  She was so captivated by her search for the treasure, and except for her many sleepless nights of research, I think it was the most wonderful distraction for her.

We had a wonderful gathering of folks here in the Tetons to commemorate Renelle’s life.  She will be sorely missed.  The most repeated theme that day was how much Renelle embraced life.  What a wonderful inspiration!

Thank you for embracing Renelle too.  She had such wonderful times meeting you and sharing experiences with other treasure hunters.  I, like others, find some solace in the thought that perhaps Renelle’s spirit was finally able to find the treasure. ……..and if it did, maybe you felt a little poke in the ribs and heard Renelle say “HA!”.

PS- One fun story- On one trip to Gardiner, Renelle sent me way up towards the top of Sphinx Mountain.  It was a long sweaty climb with a great view from the top.  When I arrived back at the parking lot, we met a camper there named Bob.  We visited just a bit and then drove five hours back to the Tetons, arriving late in the evening.  I collapsed that night exhausted and woke to a phone call from Renelle at 4am.  She hadn’t slept a wink, and told me that she had to go right back up and talk to Bob.  I said there was no way she was going to drive five hours on no sleep, so I picked her up and away we went.  We had an interesting, if not surreal, visit with Bob in his tent at the trailhead later that morning.  I don’t think that visit got us any closer to the treasure, but we made a friend in Bob, and those hours on the road through Yellowstone with Renelle will be fond memories that I will cherish forever.

Thank You.
Scott Guenther


Thanks for the note Scott. Renelle and I talked often and she spoke fondly about giving you her heart by proxy. It was such a beautiful heart. f

36 thoughts on “Scrapbook Ninety Five…

  1. What a nice and thoughtful story
    Forrest you should feel privaliged that the Thrill of a Chase kept her occupied during her time of sickness . And for sure she is with the treasure . Actually that is the most important treasure of the world. Right 🙂 !!!!!!!

  2. “A beautiful heart. An amazing human being.”

    I don’t know you Renelle or what is printed on your epitaph, but what an imprint you left on other’s hearts… well, well done!

  3. Thanks for sharing Scott’s letter with us Forrest. Most of us didn’t know Renelle personally but we knew her through this blog and what a wonderful and inspirational person she was.

    Scott, you were fortunate to have been able to share her adventures and she was fortunate to have had such a good friend in you. I like to think Renelle is one of the angels now, looking down on us and cheering us all on the Chase.

  4. Scott thanks for sharing, although I never knew alot about Renelle she sounds like an amazing person.

    (The following is an excerpt from a speech Steve Jobs gave to a group of Stanford students before his passing. Always found it profound and made so much sense to me)

    When I was 17, I read a quote that went something like: “If you live each day as if it was your last, someday you’ll most certainly be right.” It made an impression on me, and since then, for the past 33 years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself: “If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?” And whenever the answer has been “No” for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something.

    Remembering that I’ll be dead soon is the most important tool I’ve ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything — all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure – these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.

  5. Very nice story. Forrest’s Quest gave Renelle just what she needed, at just the right time. She held on tight….

  6. Forrest and Scott, it is clear that you both treasure the lovely relationship you shared with Renelle. Thanks for sharing your memories of her with us–she was a remarkable woman.

  7. Great story to highlight her immense spirit, so driven. I, like others, have been saddened while in turn filled with admiration.

  8. Thank you for sharing this Scrapbook with us, f. CJinCA itterated my thoughts on this one. It sounds as if Renelle was such a wonderful person that she may have left an imprint of her heart upon this Earth.

  9. For Scott-

    She filled my house with flowers
    and I helped her look for rainbows –
    she understood so many things,
    the importance of laughter
    and that each moment is forever –
    she dreamed impossible dreams,
    smiled at strangers
    because they might be lonely
    and loved music, bells and butterflies
    I’ll think of her on sunlit days
    and see her smile
    in every flower…..

    From the little I know of Renelle, her essence shined through. I remembered a poem from a book given to me by my Mum on my 21st many moons ago. This poem reminds me of Renelle’s inner essence,

    Taken from ‘The Thoughts of Nanushka’ by Nat Witcomb

    Hugs to you and take care

  10. These stories, and the comments, renew my admiration of humankind. I dont think we are a fallen people. Thank you for your story Scott.

  11. Time is our most precious resource, I was touched when I read the story about Renelle and her zest to to join the Thrill of the Chase!! Cancer could not stop her. I look at myself, wife and kids and realize how fortunate we are to have good health and love for each other which is the true wealth in life.. It is really upsetting to me when you see healthy people depressed in life for small meaningless things…yet they wish to change nothing and have no zest. Renelle didn’t let Cancer stop her from pursuing her Dreams… She’s a great example to us all… to live our lives to the fullest! Her spirit is out there still searching the canyons, waterfalls and streams for Fenn’s cache if she hasn’t found it already.

  12. Don’t know why…but , this morning I was planning out my day…paper work, just casual office(home) stuff… and out of the blue…Renelle…she was right there in my brain. I still do not know why…but I did take time to reflect on those days of the Chase and how Renelle’s story made an impact on many. That girl sure did have a spirit that will stay in many hearts for a good long time….rest easy, soldier.

    • I did not have the pleasure of knowing her, but from what I have read from others, she had a spirit that glowed.

    • ” Memories of Color ”

      Time it swiftly moves, memories fade away,

      Lost within our minds, covered by the grey.

      Memories that are spoken, brought up now and then,

      Last a little longer, and shapes a subtle grin.

      She was a fellow searcher, some of you did know,

      Even fighting cancer , she had a special glow.

      She had a kindled spirit, you could see it in her smile,

      If given just a half an inch, she’d stretch it for a mile.

      Before the memories fade away, and grey starts moving in,

      Remember our fellow searcher, and how it was back then.

      When many pulled together, on a very special day,

      To show her how we care, and by her all the way.

      Even though she’s left us, I feel as if she’s near,

      Whispering words from heaven, listen and you’ll hear.

      Cheering on the searchers, while on their golden chase,

      I know in heaven she wears, a smile upon her face.

      I just replaced the grey, with colors bright and bold,

      Your memories of color, forever we shall hold.

      Everyone who reads this, remember those who fell,

      Most of all remember, our friend we called “Renelle”.

      By: Focused

      P.s. I wrote this poem a while back but because of you Ken I
      Thought I’d repost it here ( sorry Dal for being out of place)….
      Thank you Ken for ” Restoring Renelle’s memory of color”…
      Have a great day my friend… Until next time…. See ya

      • Again, beautifully penned Focused. You paint such colorful pictures. Loved it. I didn’t know her, but she must have been a “Special Lady.” JDA

      • You penned a beautiful poem to a dear searcher, my friend. The rainbow she casts in our memories will remain forever bold.

      • Focused, that was beautiful! She sounds like a wonderful person. I wish I could have met her, but even with never having had that pleasure I can almost feel the spark of the joy she felt in TTOTC! I loved the line that if given half an inch she would stretch it to a mile. Something to aspire too.

        • Thank you too WY Girl… now take your half of an inch and stretch it my friend…. life’s adventure awaits you…. until next time… see ya

      • Simply beautiful and quite touching focused. What a great tribute. 🙂
        Merry Christmas my friend!

        • Thank you jdiggins…merry Christmas to you Bill and Lilhunter… may your holidays be warm… until next time… see ya my friend 🙂

    • Thanks my friend…. better luck next time on the link SL.. 🙂 have a great evening… see ya

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