Scrapbook Two Hundred Twenty Three…


November, 2019

Pansies on the West Fork


I really like this picture. That’s my dad on the left, Mike Hall on the right, and me in the middle again. My dad used to be taller than me but now I’m shorter than he used to be. 

The photo was taken at the West Fork Cabin Camp that was operated by Gary and Linda Evans – good friends of my parents. Mike and I owned the Hall & Fenn Real Estate Company in Santa Fe. 

If the log building in the background were to disappear you might see the West Fork of the Madison River confluencing with the Madison River. That’s where it is.

Out of the photo, there on the close right is where my mom had a pansy garden that she planted and tenderly tended each summer day. She died while sitting in their Airstream motor home just 10’ north of this photo. A tall pine tree guarded her pansies. The flowers are gone now, and so is my dad. It would be kind of like a toast-of-thanks if I could go there next summer and pour warm water on roots of that pine tree. But I don’t even know if it’s still there.

You can’t see the Madison River either, but it’s just 20’ behind the two pine trees on the right in this picture. My parents could hear the ripples rippling at night as the water worked its way downstream toward Ennis Lake, not too many miles away. 

Mike and I were on our way to the 1st annual Charlie Russell Riders fest-out on the Sun River in the Bob Marshall Wilderness Area. It was an annual event, and still is. The fishing was good, but I didn’t go back again because there were too many people, too much talking, too much drinking, too much eating, and too much of several other things I didn’t much care for. 


Sun River in the Bob Marshall Wilderness

One of the things I remember about that trip was Bob Dunn’s horse kicking a hornet’s nest. I’m sure Bob remembers it too, and I hope his face has recovered.

Coming home we had to stay under the clouds between Denver and Santa Fe because I didn’t have an IFR clearance. The clouds kept getting lower and lower and the mountains kept getting higher and higher. And many of the clouds had mountains in them. 

After a while we found ourselves cruising generally south and lost. That was before GPS and all of the radio navaids were hiding behind mountains where my antennas couldn’t see them. 


Great Sand Dunes National Park

Finally, we saw the Great Sand Dunes National Park, which contained 5,000,000,000 cubic meters of sand, so we knew we were near Alamosa, Colorado. I flew a few miles west to highway 285 and let almost all the way down. We were pulling up to clear telephone poles and a few small towns. 


Control Tower at the Santa Fe Airport

Landing on runway 20 at Santa Fe was almost straight in and easy. The FAA tower operators wanted to know how we made that flight without getting in the clouds. I told them I was magic. They couldn’t prove what they couldn’t see and I wasn’t going to tell the rest of the story. f





128 thoughts on “Scrapbook Two Hundred Twenty Three…

  1. I like that picture too, Forrest.
    Stay under the clouds everyone. We can’t prove what we cannot see and he’s not telling.

  2. One of the greatest moments of my life was standing on the great sand dunes with my daughter, wife, and friends as the rain stopped and the rainbow came out.

  3. “They couldn’t prove what they couldn’t see….. “. Nice! The airport can only see what’s in the air but not the air. Lol. IMO .

  4. My father cast a bigger shadow than me even while he was shorter.
    Both sides of my family were acquainted with Charlie Russell. My mother’s father met him in Apgar, Montana. Both he and Ace Powell were friends and watched Charlie Russell paint Glacier National Park.
    My fathers side of the family were close with Charlie Russell sister and family. The end result is that I inherited his steamer chest and his hat.

  5. That’s a Great Photo Forrest ! I miss my father very much! Lord willin, You will be up there next summer and it will be Beautiful ! I hope I will , as well.

  6. Thanks again Forrest.
    Forrest your feeling pretty good about giving out hints nowadays.
    1st annual “Charlie Russell” Riders fest ??


  7. I think the horse kicking the hornet’s nest is the clue in this one. I don’t know what else it could be. Yep, the chest is in Wyoming.

  8. Hey Forrest,

    Thanks for sharing your memories about your military and civilian flying adventures. Can you share what your pilot nickname/call sign was when you were in the USAF.


  9. Oh this one is gonna cause a stir! I miss that little Santa Fe airport. For a year of searching I lived in Santa Fe but still worked north of Boston two weeks a month, flying back and forth monthly. I loved it and always liked landing there as I knew freedom was mine for the next two weeks and we explored all kinds of things.

  10. Forrest;
    I see the Home of Brown, the River, the Levee and the Mountain Side (Tower) all in a wonderful story (dedicated to the Loving Memory of your Parents). Your the best History/Geography Professor I have ever had! And by far, the best story teller….I really mean that. Thank You for all the lessons.

  11. The sand dunes has the neatest little shallow river that flows around it. It has surge flows in the spring and you can ride the wave downstream on a pool raft. I once set up my tent there just ahead of the storm. Only problem was that i didn’t stake it down first. Last seen headed north, black and yellow dome. Answers to the name bumble bee. g

  12. Could it be that the one sentencia that is key is ” THATS WHERE IT IS”?
    Is this ” where warm waters halt”? On the Madison?
    Is the cabin the ” Home Of Brown”?

    Gee…..tune in next time to Frostbite Falls and see if Rocky and Bullwinkle can find the right size shoeshoes, if they can split enough firewood to keep warm, and if they can find a dog sled to carry the gold out.

    Wow…..what a tell-tell tale!

  13. Thank you f for your beautiful memory! I couldn’t stop the memories of a time so long ago with my parents! The richest of treasures really are buried in the heart!❤️

  14. Thank you for sharing Mr. Fenn….so many special memories!! I wish I could go with you on your trip to pay tribute to the tall pines who protected your mother’s pansies! Gordon

  15. I love that picture too! Your dad has a great smile, he must’ve been so happy to see you that day.

  16. What a wonderful story – definitely magic involved in that flight. I hope that pine tree is still there…but I’ve never heard of pouring ‘warm’ water as a toast? (Oh….wink, wink) It would be nice if you could sit under that tree that once shaded your mom’s pansies and reminisce, too. I planted a weeping willow tree when my son was born, and it’s absolutely beautiful, 22 years later. I hope it will still be there many years from now, so I can sit in it’s shade and protection and be able to reflect under it…

  17. Hey Forrest,

    You have that middle child magic that lets you fly betwixt and between and yet remain unseen.

    “Between every two pines there is a doorway to a new world.” John Muir

        • “Rotate” is what you do just beyond V1 speed and an “FIR” is a Flight Information Region.

          Good luck…we’re all counting on you.

          Lt. Dan

        • Lisa,

          Those are instrument approach plates which depict procedures for navigating down to an airport and sometimes to a specific runway, depending on the procedure, from the en route portion of a flight. Although Forrest was instrument rated, his stories give me the idea that filing IFR flight plans was antagonistic to his freedoms. I understand; I used to do a lot of that myself.

          I think Forrest preferred to fly by visual reference under VFR (Visual Flight Rules). In this case he had to “scud run” below a very low cloud deck in order to remain in VMC ( Visual Meteorological Conditions).

          By the way, none of his aviation tales have much to do with finding his treasure chest, IMO. They are just incidental to many of his adventures since he was a flyer and had access to aircraft.


          • (At the Top) – Exactly my point. Thank you for that perfect and detailed explanation.

            Yes. Flying in and out of WYS airport, banking to the Southeast, as I saw a Lear jet do on takeoff (directly over my hidey spot at Baker’S Hole) has absolutely nothing to do with finding Forrest’s treasure chest. Especially since WYS is where Forrest landed that plane he was flying, to get to the West Fork Campground to be in the middle of that picture, circa 1985. Giggles.

            So many pines were lost in the massive YNP fire of 1988. VFR only, and low passes, over telephone poles with lines and small towns and campgrounds. While avoiding mountains shrouded in clouds of snoke. I have seen amazing air attacks on massive fires here in Sun Valley, also.

            That made me think of Forrest’s Supersabre squadrons flying relatively low and slow, at 4,000ft at 450mph, for air attacks on the Ho Chi Minh Trail. No wonder Forrest’s Denver to Santa Fe experience was described by him as “magic”.

            Hey, was that another ‘Gaspard’ of the Three Wise Men as Magi reference? No. That was 3 Pansies.

  18. Reading all these scrapbooks remind me of Hans C. Andersen’s stories
    Only Forrest is the author and we are the illustrators.
    Draw your own conclusions.

    • I’m reminded of Lewis Carroll’s poem “The Walrus and The Carpenter”. The time has come, the walrus said, to speak of
      many things.

  19. Repeated words in various Fenn stories?

    Hiding behind

    He did not say the word ‘brown’. (But Dunn means brown, doesn’t it?)

    I like the ‘way back to Santa Fe’ story.
    Fenn’s words make me smile.

    • Harvey would be proud.
      His bracelet returning home?
      Paints a pretty pic doesn’t it – and Forrest is smiling with the biggest grin ever.

    • Copperhead, dun means brown, but also Bob Dunn was apparently a steel guitarist who was a member of the band “Milton Brown and his Musical Brownies”. Now THERE’S some even stronger ties to the word “brown”!

    • Copperhead – After mentioning “I heard ‘IT’ through the grapevine”, in reference to that pic of Forrest in the pedal car in the backyard of his home in Temple, TX,…Forrest used that same expression to describe how he heard about Addie’s back surgery in a later scrapbook. I caught that, Forrest!

      And you can’t see the Madison, when standing at my hidey spot, with two Ponder•O•S•A (or, Pansie?) pines in front of you. But the water is probably also about 20′ away there. Like in your pic at the West Fork. What’s your ’20’, Forrest? That’s a ’10-20′ in radio straight talk. And my old rectangular tree blaze means, ‘continue straight’.

  20. I enjoyed this scrapbook. I also like the photo, too. Great smiles of a happy time. What I noticed in this scrapbook was a lot of things that are not seen. Mr. Fenn describes things outside of the photos. Had to fly below the clouds, but knew there were mountains in them. Had to pull up to miss telephone poles/lines, as well as, small towns. That’s quite low. I find it interesting. Just because you can’t see it, doesn’t mean it isn’t there.

  21. tenderly tended, ripples rippling…totally totalled

    At first glance I thought you were referring to the 3 of you as pansies, then I read the story. Pansies stand for many things, the color purple which I know you have an affinity for, thought, and most interestingly called heartsease originally.
    Heart cease or heart’s ease I wonder.

    Thank you for the Scrapbooks.

  22. Hey Dal,
    What do you think of all of these new scrapbooks? Do you find confirmation or do they discredit your search area? Just curious!


  24. As long as you’re dragging out old stories, Forrest, we haven’t heard the one about the Blue Dunn Midge in a while. Was that on the Madison?


  25. This line caught my attention:

    “… mom had a pansy garden that she planted and tenderly tended each summer day.” Forrest has mentioned his mom’s flower beds a number of times in the past.

    Hmmm…..I’ll have to think long and hard on this one. I’m off to read the book again.

    Thank you Forrest for the SB.
    Thanks Dal for posting it.


  26. Forrest once said something about the person who solves this will have earned it. As much as I love his stories and as great as it is to get more hints, will the finder now feel like they earned it or will the finder have nothing to be proud of since it was handed to them? I didn’t know FF was a socialist. KIDDING!! But seriously, I’ve heard numerous people talk about how much they enjoy the challenge, but at this rate he will be including the coordinates within a few days. I know he said he enjoyed giving things away, but he spent all those years writing that poem, why do you think he would now just give it all up on a silver platter? Curious if anyone else feels like the challenge may be disappearing before our eyes. I’m sure I’ll catch hell for saying that, after all I am here reading them too, lol!

    • Just the opposite E.W. At this stage of the game
      anything Forrest says will be construed as a hint by
      someone, and well could be, but still just be generic
      in nature. All of us search for water, canyons, brown
      things, blazes, and oh yeah, GOLD! I see Forrest’s
      dolls, chaos and embroidery, tossing pepper around
      Indulgence while they lead us all happily down the
      beach like the Walrus and the Carpenter. And we
      all know how that poem ends! But that’s just what I
      see. Oh yeah, that and about half a dozen really great

    • Can’t reply now….truck loaded….headed out the ……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….

  27. That was a good story to start off a Friday morning, Thanks Forrest & Dal.
    The comments to the tower just remind me, that it ain’t cheatin unless you git caught ;”-^}.

    • Oh my gosh, Michael – now this makes much more sense. I didn’t even think of ‘pour warm water on roots’ of the tree as being Forrest’s tears. I guess it’s the ‘pouring’ of the water that didn’t quite generate a connection in my mind of warm water and tears when I read that this morning; but I imagine the memories would certainly make the tears come ‘pouring’ out.

      • If Warm waters are tears and they halt at the West Fork…

        You take it in the Canyon down through Ennis…

        Toward Three Forks In Search of Lewis and Clark…

        Forrest is very clever…

    • Yes they are and where are warm waters found? Just saying fits the special spot perfectly. Now if you had a spot that had ww and the place told a story that mirrored Fenn’s then you would know. Imho, of course.

  28. Thanks for the story Forrest. It contained a lot of interesting info. Funny how we get shorter as time goes on – Oh well. Being “In the middle” ain’t bad. Being there has it’s own values.

    I like the idea of watering the tree as a “Toast of Thank You.” Nice idea.

    YUP – YUP Keeping our head out of the clouds can “bring us home” – as if “By Magic” – JDA

  29. Here is a link to a photo sphere in front of the building you were standing in front of as it looks today, the default angle shown is looking at one very large pine nearby on the corner across from the building shown, it is the only large pine there, it could be the Pine tree you are taking of, please look if interested:,-111.5805275,3a,75y,103.61h,90t/data=!3m8!1e1!3m6!1sAF1QipOT95bBAnKjGcoHNl-400Q4AGiHFbfyXPcLkwHX!2e10!3e11!!7i11986!8i5993

    Here is a link to the aerial view of the campground today:'15.2%22N+111%C2%B034'50.0%22W/@44.8875419,-111.5810982,193m/data=!3m2!1e3!4b1!4m16!1m9!3m8!1s0x53505dce84bc282f:0x3020157069811631!2sWest+Fork+Cabin+Camp!5m2!4m1!1i2!8m2!3d44.887268!4d-111.580098!3m5!1s0x0:0x0!7e2!8m2!3d44.8875411!4d-111.5805506

    Wishing you a long, happy and healthy here forth!

  30. Great story, great pics…especially of you with pops. That tall pine tree looks to still be there…at least I see what I think is it on the West Fork Cabin Camp homepage and also on Google….a wonderful tall pine next to cabin sort of near entrance. You should run up next summer!!!

  31. That great story reminds me of a 6-place plane my boss chartered to take a small group from Santa Maria, CA to Lancaster, for a meeting at Edwards AFB. We had to cross the Tehachapi Mountains and visibility turned 0-0 shortly after getting airborne. I was in the co-pilot seat, my eyes glued on the altimeter. But that was just a pacifier because I had no idea how high the mountains were. Everyone was very quiet until we popped out, back to sunny skies and unlimited visibility shortly after getting past the mountains and over the Antelope Valley.

    Edwards AFB. What a great place to work if you like aviation. Our project was right off the main runway where we had a front row seat for Shuttle landings (I saw 2 land and actually witnessed STS-1 launch at Cape Canaveral back in 1981) and let me tell you, could those test pilots put on a show when they graduated from the test pilot school.

    And of course there’s some great history there too.


    • I like totally forgot to mention that when I was a boy I had a similiar experience with bees, not hornets. We were visiting my grandma and grandpa Boone (no relation ☹️) and my cousins, my brother and I were playing hide and seek and I jumped into a bush not realizing a bee hive was in there and they started hitting my face with everything they had.

      It hurt like all heck and I got out of there like a bat out of hell, (Forrest, is this a good place for a comma?) screaming all the way back to grandma’s and grandpa’s place. Everyone came running outside and couldn’t believe what they saw. Red pot marks everywhere. Not a good day for me.

      I later learned that Uncle McElroy (no relation I’m sad to say) avenged my attackers by burning that nasty bush and a few days later I received a very nice Hallmark card from Grandma with some money inside.

      She was a sweet lady and always made tea for me when we visited.


  32. When the company is good, being in the middle is the place to be. The cover of TTOTC makes that clear , but having two trout on each side ruins my simple theory.As is said, nothing worth anything is easy. Do you wish for the days when it was easier to fly under the radar? Most of us are numbered cogs in a wheel. Anonymity plus $50 dollars in the pocket might be something to be truly thankful for. Thanks for the stories and personal peeks into your world.

  33. Wow this is a special story. One can’t see what is hidden within, but one knows what is there. I also love all the details Forrest about your Mom and Dad. What can be more special than that?

    He ends it with “I wasn’t going to tell the rest of the story.” Forrest always seems to have something up his sleeve to allow him slip through difficult situation unscathed. Forrest I want to be like you when I grow up.

    Keep the stories flowing! I love hearing about all the crazy adventures you’ve participated in your life. All the best!

    • For those of us that have seen many-a sunset – you might remember a guy named Paul Harvey, who always ended his broadcast with “And now you know THE REST OF THE STORY” – JDA

      • As y’all may remember, f mentioned Paul Harvey in his story about Jerry and Gail House. SB 184

  34. Ripplin Waters (Nitty Gritty Dirt Band)

    “Rippling ripples”

    I’ve got ripplin’ water to wake me
    To the mornin’, my woman, and love.
    Tall pine trees are pointin’ us easily to heaven above.
    Blue spruce clinin’ to the grade in the evening
    They take the chill away fine.
    Cut the telephone line and the story’s the same.

    ff’s story whispers of Contentment in the simple pleasures of nature, family, friends & his mother’s unconditional love.

    • And oh, like a bubble on a windy day
      I start to flutter when I hear you say
      That you feel to good to go away.
      And you make me feel fine.
      And you make my world a warmer place
      By the sparklin’ of your diamond face.
      On a frayed spot put a little lace.
      And you make me feel fine.
      Warm as the mountain sunshine
      On the edge of the snow line
      In a meadow of columibine.

  35. Photo of Forrest, his dad, and friend must have been taken in 1985 (2 years before his fathers death)

    The Charlie Russell Riders formed in 1985 as an offshoot of the C.M. Russell Museum’s National Advisory Board. The original concept of the group was to expand the scope and knowledge of the C.M. Russell Museum and increase involvement in the organization beyond the Montana state limits. Beginning with 40 members, the group has grown to nearly 100 members who live all over the United States from Hawaii to Connecticut.

  36. “They couldn’t see what I saw and I wasn’t going to tell the rest of the story.” Is this an indication of the big picture and would the rest of the story be too much of a clue to the treasure? Between Denver and Santa Fe, not far along that route is Browns Canyon.

  37. Great picture Forrest. I love your leather flight jacket, bet you still have it. Or did you hand it down to Shiloh?
    Scud running can be fun sometimes but when there are mountains involved not fun. I’ve done it more than a few times but never mountains involved. I am sure you didn’t break the the
    “clear of clouds” rule maybe only bend it a little. Following hwy 285 you were flying IFR
    ( I Follow Roads) Ha! Pilot joke.
    Thoroughly enjoyed the story.

    • Diggin Gypsy – I agree! I am flippin’ out! Hey, is that the ‘X’ that marks the spot?:

      That’s Griffin Butte in the background; my Spiritual Mountain. Named for one of the original ranchers, who owned the land below this dormant volcano. Home of Rover, the Mountain Lion, who is now being hunted by the USFS, because he is killing coyotes out Adams Gulch. Run, Rover, Run!

      I don’t need a Mountain Lion fetish. I have Rover.

    • Thanks, Sixer!

      “Dal came down and spent a couple of days with me and we talked about a lot of things, and made some videos. He’ll get around to posting them one of these days. ”

      LOL!! Dal, why is it I get the feeling you’re being chastised??

    • Thanks so much, Jenny!

      Some key points in F&Q I notice to deduce:

      “Some of the old writing rules have been worn so thin it’s time for some new thinking. I relish in the thought that I’m the only one who can say things my very own way. I’m particularly good with commas”.FF

      “People love to correct me when they think I’m wrong so I just start typing in the dark with gloves on, so to speak. “FF

      Forrest makes his own rules. Is he saying he’s adding a new spark of interesting writings as a new tool in the TTOTC? He’s doing this his own way; style ,purpose and without speaking on this nor establishing parameters? The SB’s are useful and an added tool value? But it’s up to the reader to figure them out?Thinking there’s not any value of them? It’s your choice to remain in the dark in that old thought pattern . He’s not going to come out and say this or that about them? So it is up to the reader to understand what he is saying in them, or if he is saying anything at all in any one? He’s not gonna take his gloves off about it. IMO

      What he writes may not be what you think he’s saying? Some noises in the dark may not be what you think it is?

      I reserve the right to be wrong, in my opinion.I personally don’t think they help with anything about the poem. But perhaps IF after solving the poem and IF the right location. IMO . They may be helpful when panning lol.

      IMO .

    • Hi Jenny,

      You may be right…

      When are you going to sell the community your very cool gold plated medallions?

      I want to frame ti with Forrest Fenn map with the bronze and silver ones from Cowlazars…

  38. Pansy is derived from Latin pensare, which means to ponder.
    A warm toast of thanks = warm as toast.
    Someone flying under the radar emailed Fenn something they were pondering and they are on the right track. The path should be “straight in and easy”.

    No IFR clearence = Visual cues will be needed to navigate. GPS will be of little use

  39. Say CHEESE Forrest! Nice photo of your pearly whites, with your Pa and good friend Dave.

    If the West Fork Madison River confluence is WHERE it is…well then you just gave the locals including your nephew a huge geographical advantage to find it in the off season.
    IMO I doubt You would do that, and I doubt it’s quite that simple.

    Here’s the best I can mine out for those hoping it pans out… Perhaps this will help someone looking in the area.

    1. “Portal” Creek is upstream on the West fork of the Madison.

    2. The word LEE is repeated many times in the poem in grid format. ”Lee” is another word for west.

    3. following USGS Topo quad map names,
    West fork camp falls On Quad “Bad Luck Creek”
    The name bad luck creek does not show up in the poem in grid format justified either left or right. However, I consider Forrest to be clever in hiding thru riddles. I believe the name “Bad luck creek” could be in lines 4 & 5 At the confluence of new and old riches and the word halt. The word ”LOAD” runs through OLD and HALT.
    IMO This could be a reference to Old riches/gold panning loads running out at Badluck Creek.

    4. we all know Forrest did NOT leave his treasure at the west fork campground in this photo because it is privately owned, unless he was simply giving it to the owners.

  40. Robert/Bob Dunn, I’ve heard that name somewhere before, while doing kin research on the Fenn family. It also shows up in the poem when justified. Who cares, not me.

  41. Maybe warm waters halt at the Madison. There it is. What a beautiful river.
    Waiting on my Benchmark map for my wall to get here. The map with the poem.
    Yes water is in the wood and from there title to the gold. But still all that’s known
    is in one of four states really.
    His dad looked happy. Maybe that’s just being there. just outside that park.
    Growing up myself the fishing was always a must. Couldn’t wait to go.
    Except that was saltwater.
    The fields of flowers are beautiful too in that area. I guess his mom and dad loved
    it there. Who wouldn’t.
    Got a lot of thinking to do this winter, is it up there or New Mexico.
    That pine may need a cup of coffee in this weather.
    Love this scrap book Forrest.
    Thanks. Mark

  42. I get this one, and IMO, this hint is for EVERYONE.
    … flew a few miles west to highway 285 and let almost all the way down. We were pulling up to clear telephone poles and a few small towns….

        • I didn’t mean to be vague, I guess that’s just the nature of the chase LOL! The statement I quoted above, Imo, makes perfect sense to me. I’m not trying to say it’s a clue, rather a hint to a clue. If I say too much I’ll give everything away and what fun is that LOL! Let me just say that I believe it points to a location….:-)

    • JDiggins – There are cut off telephone poles, all along the Boundary Trail, leading from Forrest’s Summer home at the Fennhaven Cabins on Boundary Street all the way to the Madison River shoreline at Baker’S Hole. Highway 191 and Highway 287 meet, just past the end of the West Yellowstone Airport (WYS) runway, right next to Baker’S Hole. Pulling up to take off, clearing West Yellowstone as the small town, and then clearing those telephone poles, in his Piper Malibu or Rockwell Commander?

      That’s my interpretation. Do you think Forrest’s collection of handmade ‘Aggies’ are in the bronze chest?

  43. Hola Forrest, es una gran aventura la idea, q tuvo.. la verdad quisiera q se comunique conmigo lo antes posible por favor.. gracias y bendiciones

  44. “Her name was Arie Beatrice Simpson. I don’t remember what I called her but it sure wasn’t “grammaw.”

    “But Arie loved pansies, and so did my mother. It was as though pansies brought focus to the whole family social stratum. Each evening in West Yellowstone, Montana, where we spent our summers, they would sit out in front of my grandfather’s cabin camp and pamper the pansies with water and words. If adjectives had been fertilizer those pansies would’ve been the prettiest things in the whole world. I didn’t last long around those conversations though because they embarrassed me, even way back then. That would have been about the summer of 1934, and I still remember.”

    It seems, in your family, the pansies were always growing amongst the trails of your life Forrest.

    Just catching up on your old blog and came across this.


      • @Lisa, do you recall if anyone has put together a solve based near Browns Gulch and Virginia City, Montana? It’s a famous gold boom town not far from Ennis Montana.

        • 42 – I think Jenny Kyle mentioned the Gypsy Fortune Teller machine in Virginia City, over on her Mysterious Writings site. Or, was that you, over there?

  45. You didn’t tell them the rest of the story until now. I’m sure they may have suspected as much. They couldn’t see the Forrest for the clouds. Lol.
    Thank you so much for the picture perfect story and sharing more of your family history. And thanks Dal for passing it along to us couch bound searchers. The weather will clear out early this year. Good luck
    Rick Lasttolook

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