Just checking in here as one of those thousands of people who have read this blog and Forrest’s essays but haven’t spoken about my own hunt.
… And to tell you a quick story that I hope will make you chuckle.
I live in the Yellowstone area, and while I haven’t chased the clues as much as I should living so close, I do enjoy thinking about the poem as I hike, drive and take photos in the area.
Which brings me to my story.
I was driving home after having hiked to Grizzly Lake one afternoon recently, and I found myself pondering the poem. I couldn’t remember the words, so I spoke a command to Siri on my iPhone and asked her to “recite the Forrest Fenn poem to me.”
Well, the first time I asked, Siri must have misinterpreted my words and just decided to “recite a poem,” so she made one up:
“Oh freddled gruntbuggly
Thy micturations are to me
As plurdled gabbleblotchits on a lurgid…
Oh, even I can’t listen to this anymore.”
I laughed at having found a hilarious iPhone “Easter Egg” and tried one more time, changing the directions a little:
“Siri, recite Forest Fenn Treasure Hunt poem for me.”
“Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Haven’t you got
Anything better to do?”
I never was able to get the phone to recite the real treasure hunt poem for me, but I got a long giggle out of my failed attempts and hope that you will, too.
As for the portion of Siri’s response about “Haven’t you anything better to do?” I can honestly answer, no, I’m afraid that hiking around mountains, lakes and forests (and maybe stumbling onto a literal treasure during my explorations some day) is something I consider one of my best uses for spare time.
For the record, when I have pored over maps to make the clues fit, the need to look at the maps differently has allowed me to rediscover some of the history, geology and geography that surround me. Most of my the X’s on my maps don’t necessarily fit the clues; they just look like great places to explore that will (gratefully) get me further off the beaten path.
For yet one more bonus in all of this: I went with my mother on a day trip through Yellowstone two days ago to wildlife watch, leaf peep and catch a geyser eruption or two. She drove, so I recited the poem and told her about the search. [Her first instincts put the Treasure somewhere around the Firehole Drive or Ojo Caliente, in case you are interested. Those were two of my first thoughts when I first read the poem last year.]
The next day, Mom said,”I’m not so sure this treasure hunt thing is a good idea — I was up past midnight thinking about it.” Today, she’s been learning to use the satellite views on Google maps so she can test her theories. Pretty awesome.
Thank you all for sharing information and stories. Thank you, Forrest for the spark.