Gardner River…

December, 2018

By David Brinkley


Ok…here it is..90% solved. Where warm waters halt is Gardner Mont. (Treasure Island hint in TTOTC) Take it in the canyon down is to drive (to far to walk) south (down on a map) till you cross the big bridge over the Gardner river just past Mammoth Springs. Park immediately first parking area on the right. In Yellowstone they call them “pull outs” but we are parking, so “put in” BTW..the Gardner river is home of Brown ( trout, and they can’t swim upstream past Osprey falls) Make your way on left side of river, (nigh), upstream, toward Sheepeater Canyon (no place for meek) and Osprey falls. The “no paddle up your creek” is meaningless and not a clue. “Heavy loads and water high” are Osprey Falls. Heavy loads part refers to the Air Force V22 Osprey designed for heavy load lifting AND water high is the falls. Mr. Fenns nod to the USAF. Grassy area near a waterfall was significant to Forrest in ‘Nam and the tombstone of the forgotten soldier. The Blaze is a stone shaped either by chance or purpose, like a tombstone. I think then you either look quickly south to the spot where the chest is. It will be obvious once your there. ( “down” meant south earlier in the poem) that’s why he said a compass would be handy. Maybe you look actually down to the ground but I don’t think so. Forrest doesn’t want to be like that Soldier that passed on with no fanfare or glory. I won’t get out West to get the chest myself…I know this…but I also know this solve is correct…every single clue fits




Pike’s Stockade…

November, 2018

By Amanda


This solve is mostly on private property so you will have to get permission from the owners to go in there. And that doesn’t mean they will let you. To do that you will have to either knock on some doors to figure out who the owner is or go to the assessor’s office.  I have only driven by and stopped on the county road stayed in my car to get my bearings but I do not suggest doing that. It is a good solve to look at in Google earth.


As I have (sieve) gone alone (lone, one) in there (hare-rabbit)
And (end) with my treasures (miter) bold (bowled),
I can keep (keap) my secret (seek ret) where (hare, weir),
And hint (indent) of riches new and (wand) old.

Begin it (ginnett ) where (weir or hare) warm waters halt (military term for rest)
And take (tack it like a sail boat) it in the canyon down,
Not far, but too (24) far to walk.
Put in below (be low) the home (ohm) of Brown (round).

From there it’s (rets) no place for the meek (meeke), (lacet?)
The end is ever (sever) drawing (a draw) nigh (nye);   
There’ll be (reel) no paddle (pattle) up your creek (the act of walking in shallow water),

Just heavy (juiste) (V) loads and (sand) water high.

 If you’ve been (bean) wise (wisen) and found the blaze (Z) (belays, Belize),
Look (loke) quickly down, your quest (stow, west?) to cease (cees),
But tarry (ute ) scant (secant) with marvel gaze (gaize) (V),

Just take (stake or tack) the chest and (stand) go in peace

So (sow soe) why (Y) is it that I (tie) must go (geo)
And leave (levee) my trove (rove) for all to seek (secant?)
The answers I (eye) already (reedy or red) know,
I’ve done it tired (tiered, tied or red)(McIntyre springs), and now I’m weak ( weck) and barely visible).

So (sow, soe) hear me (heme or army arm, mall) all and (land) listen (list) good (goode),
Your effort (reef)(fort)will be worth (bow or earth) the cold (cole or col).
If you (hue) are brave and (ravine) in the (dent)(hue) wood (woad)
I give you (ute) title (tittle) to the gold (geo, heg or toggle).

 Look on a map and you will see the following NEAR the fort (Pikes Stockade)( army) at 24 and Y (24 too far to walk) roads 24 south as it veers left and ends (a loke OR THE END). The Conejos river (meaning rabbit) meandering river and all the agriculture associated with the valley such as growing the grain for Coors beer (wizen).  Growing beans cabbage (cole) with cows and steak.  Cutting hay. Also a lot of tarry scant (grease wood).  In winter you want to be n the other side so you don’t have to cross the freezing river. Follow road V out of Sandford CO go left on W it is a paved one lane road.  You will see saddleback mt and once you cross the Conjeos River look to the left.  The Sierro del Ojioto just a small hill is not impressive as it is no more than a sand pit (geo, white gaize) that is the blaze as it gazes up with it’s eyes about the size of small swimming pool with another weird looking eye.  You can see it from the road.  There are no trespassing signs everywhere so you have to ask the owner.(Google map view not in satellite mode) you will see 2 large Cs looks a lot like the omegas but only in map mode. One is in the circle of irrigation crops. I drove by several times and thought what a yucky place but to each his own.

WWWH is the warm spring at McIntire Springs where it goes into the cold Conjeos river an archeology dig at near sierra del ojito (small hill) yielded several things including writing (tarry scant)(see link at bottom of page)  so the hill is the home of the Brown the Ute many arrowheads also were found hence all the references to arrows in the poem. Pikes Stockade contained a pvt. john brown and sgt meek was one of his pikes men (don’t know if meek made it over there though. Near Sanford (sand) near sierra del ojito (eyes and dents sand) near saddleback mt (col – the lowest point of a ridge or saddle) near Lassuas meaning reedy N of V road.

  1. Solve 1. Sierro del Ojito This is private property so I assume either the first house or the one further back are the owners I do not know.  So again ask first. Should be in the irrigation ditch (you have to go in there put yourself in)directly below the white eye aka the blaze behind the trailer house and before the river to the north (just a round pile of sand) oyos you can see it in map quest it is in the shape of a V.  A newer ditch than the others. I am thinking it is at the corner where it changes direction in a mitre 90 degrees the corner but anywhere along that ditch might have to follow it back toward the spring or the other way.  It looks like other ditches are around too so it may be in one of the other ones too. If its in one of the older ditches I would think it would be closer to the sand pit. It should be barely visible however it has been several years so if one has a metal detector you could go faster. I assume there is a little water in the big v shaped ditch but maybe not during the winter. I don’t know if it involves a rope and spike but fyi in case I may be off on that . If you go in summer many rattlesnakes beware no place for the meek. Also means you can’t plow there. 
  1. Solve 2. Start at the end of 24 road by pikes stockade. Will have to cross the river (walk barefoot through shallow water) unless you start on the other side if its winter North of Saddleback Mt in There is a small dam (weir or levee) in the shape of a V.  Cross the river. There is a large irrigation reel tiered (water high and heavy loads with a generator )(ret-watering). Irrigation makes a loud sound (hear me).could be described as a Secant with a wand, there should be a small ravine a draw, a geo with red hew tint probably oxidized metal ore–the (heme iron stained reef or metallic looking if not red) blaze near some trees perhaps a dry stream where the treasure will be barely visible. Might be some muddy water near might be in a dent. Possibly a generator or electric near supplying the irrigation or near where the water source.  Might mean belays or stakes tied to something. Might find the treasure right in there.
  1. Solve 3. Might be in the warm spring (soe a warm bucket also means warm, rope) or a bucket like thing like a well or a trough or a bucket under a windmill. Very near one of the arms..Look for tin, lid, projecting part of something, toggle a stake, a tine, stand or rope. A soe might be in McIntyre spring There is one tree near the spring and a dam. Lots of white rock around

I initially thought that the whole san luis valley was wwwh as it is a closed basin and mt Blanca was the blaze as you can see it from the whole valley.

Tittle-small part of something or the dot above a j or i. or teat as in bird or nib-small pointed projecting part

Rove-meander or a sliver of cotton fiber drawn out (rope?) and slightly twisted for preparing to spin or a small metal place or ring or Rove-archery term

Marble gaize-white rock

Geo-small fiord or gulley


Nye-flock of birds

Wizen-grain for making beer

Miter bisecting 90 degrees or like mitre tapering to a point in front or back a v

Belays-spike of rock used for tying off a rope or the rope

Keap-concerning agriculture

Weck-weck grain for bread

Ginnet- mule


Weir-low dam across river

Juiste-right extended piece

Pattle-small spade to get dirt off plough

Onan-type of generator

Reef- a metalliferous mineral deposit especially one that contains gold


Friche-fallow land

Loke-dead end lane


Heg-a barrier that serves to enclose an area,

Lacet- knot on a rope

Mall-a sheltered walk or promenade.

Woad=yellow flower scrub ragwort,-105.8349851,14.25z/data=!4m5!3m4!1s0x0:0xec515ac32dfdcdc!8m2!3d37.2940897!4d-105.8103501

see the two horseshoe shaped water areas or oxbows






First Attempt…

SUBMITTED january 2016
by Stephen


My first attempt at “The Chase” and what was found

There once was a man named Fenn,
Who much to our chagrin,
Hid a box full of gold
And his treasures so bold,
And he walked away with a grin.

It was early 2015 when I got bitten by the bug that is now known as “The Thrill of the Chase.”  I ran across a news article about a box filled with gold and other items, and how its location was hidden within a poem.  Naturally, I was a bit curious, and did a quick (and haphazard) deciphering.  My initial solution lead me to a location in northern New Mexico, Just north of Ojo Caliente, NM.

Now for some background…  My father-in-law had just passed away, and my wife was naturally depressed, more so than I was comfortable with.  I made the suggestion in May 2015 that we take a road trip, away from our home in West Tennessee, and get away from it all.  Naturally, she was a little reluctant.  I took it a step further and suggested we do the entire week camping in a tent.  Again, she was a bit taken aback at the suggestion, but slightly intrigued at that option.  You see, she had never before been camping.  I had quite a bit of experience with our local Boy Scout troop, both as a scout in my younger years, and as a leader in recent times.  I had promised to take her camping, just to see how she liked it, and this was my chance.

She finally agreed, and that’s when I sprung up the treasure hunt.  She slightly perked up at the thought, and I explained my solution to her, and she thought it sounded good.  We both agreed that even if I didn’t find it, it wasn’t going to be a wasted trip, and we were both going to have a good time.  Needless to say, a good time was had.

Our trip started out a little earlier than planned.  I was planning to leave around midnight on a Saturday night and drive to Amarillo, Texas, where I had made a campsite reservation at a local KOA campground.  Amanda was getting aggravated by several events that were transpiring around us (that were beyond our control) and I suggested we just go ahead and leave.  It was 8pm Saturday night, so we hit the road in our rented Toyota RAV4.  An excellent choice for a long trip, btw.

We arrived at our first campsite in time to eat lunch.  I had decided ahead of time that I was going to make an attempt at the 72oz steak challenge at The Big Texan Steak Ranch in Amarillo.  Holy cow (pun intended) that was a HUGE steak.  I had an hour to eat it and the rest of the meal.  After about 45 minutes, I had made it about three quarters of the way through the steak and some of the rest, and my stomach told me to stop, or else it was going to empty itself onto my lap.  I promptly threw a white flag, and collected my wife, who had herself had an excellent meal, and got a kick out of watching my attempt at master gluttony on the stage.  I made it through 52 ounces of the 72 ounce steak.  That’s 3.25 pounds of beef I had just consumed.  Never again will I attempt to eat that much at one sitting, but I can at least say I tried.

4AB2A155404B48CDA2DB5969073B2413We left Amarillo the next morning for the last leg of our journey to Santa Fe, New Mexico.  Not long after passing into the state, Amanda asked of me, “when do we get to see what it looked like in the old west?”  I pointed at the mesas we were approaching on the interstate and just told her, “We’re in it baby!”  It was such a sight to behold.  Photographs and videos cannot do justice to the scenery our eyes beheld.  It’s one thing to see a picture, but quite another to see it in person.  We arrived at our KOA campsite 10 minutes southeast of Santa Fe by lunchtime, and checked in.  After getting our campsite set up, I was eager to make my attempt at my solution, but Amanda talked me into waiting until the next day.

It’s Monday morning, and I’ve got our route to Ojo Caliente planned.  We marvel at the sights along the way, and I wish I had stopped when we passed over the Rio Grande.  But northward we pressed.  We got to the site at which I had planned for us to park, and found the route to which I was going to hike toward my solution.  It was along the Rio Ojo Caliente, a river that began as a convergence of two rivers.  My “warm waters.”  My “home of Brown” was the mouth of the Canada de la Cueva stream, “Ravine of the Cave,” cave being home of Brown Bear.  Crossing the creek was no job for the meek, and I felt the blaze was a tree I had spotted in a satellite image on the internet.  Unfortunately, 2 hours later, I had found nothing, and was a little out of breath by the time I got back to the car.  Amanda was worried that something might happen to me, but we kept in contact with each other via two way walkie talkies,  a good investment.

Slightly down that my solution had failed, we made our way back south, and hunger had reared its head.  We found an excellent restaurant owned and operated by a local family, the Socorro.  The people we ran into there were the most hospitable, and the food was delicious.  I’ve found that I have acquired a taste for green chile sauce.  Many meals in the New Mexico area had the option for red or green.  I feel that both are a staple of the local cuisine.  I’m not opposed to it.  After exchanging stories about meteorological differences between northern New Mexico and West Tennessee, we made our way back to our Santa Fe campground.  The rest of the week was just as fun, spending time in the Plaza at Santa Fe, and seeing sights around the area.

D4680815175A4179A4D12345418E673COur last stop in New Mexico took us west of Albuquerque to Sky City, home of the Acoma Native American tribe.  On top of a very tall mesa, stands a village that has been occupied for many, many years.  No running water, and no electricity.  The view from the top was amazing.  After our time there was up, we reluctantly said goodbye to New Mexico, now one of our favorite places.  We will return one day.

Our trip home was uneventful, and we enjoyed crawling back into our comfortable bed, but Amanda and I both agreed that it was one of the greatest times we had ever had together, and we found each other all over again with this trip.  No treasure could ever compare to this.  Not to say that I’m going to stop plotting my next attempt, but that’s a story to come another day.


Amanda and Stephen-