By Diggin Gypsy
I’ve finally come to the end of my chase I’ve had a good run. When I started in the summer of 2013 I never knew I would have visited West Yellowstone so many times in my life. I’ve done things I never thought I would do. One was hiking thru huge snow drifts beside the Madison at ghost village, climbing up mountains and sliding back down them on my butt. Dodging grizzlies around Hebgan lake and running from the moose at refuge point.
When me and my sister began the chase my mom and dad had just died it was a way to move on and try not to let death overcome us with sadness . We thrived and became strong adventurers bringing along family members to join in on the fun .
I’ve had the best times of my life searching and have met wonderful friends along the way The chase does take a toll on you though, years of racking your brain. I’ve flooded the ole coot with many emails, especially after a good margarita night. How does he deal with everyone after all the years? I have no clue. I’m surprised he hasn’t said good riddance to us all.
If I can tell all the new chasers one thing it would be to make the chase not about always finding the treasure. When you’re searching and it isn’t where you think, look at your adventure as a treasure. Don’t let the chase consume your life. That isn’t what Forrest wanted.
And let’s all remember this man kindly hid a treasure for us all to have a chance to find. Let’s don’t join chat sites that bash Forrest. Let’s keep the chase without drama and the way Forrest wanted it to be, for families to enjoy being together outdoors.
Happy trails y’all I’m off to new adventures. Luv you guys.