An Argument for New Mexico…


October, 2018

By Clearly Clueless

 

 

I just got back from a trip to the Rocky Mountains with my sister. We had a blast. Last year it was my parents who I dragged out there. We had a blast then, too. We enjoyed several different areas and lots of touristy things. In between stomping through woods and looking for “you know what”, we managed to see lots of balloons in Albuquerque and grab some culture and coffee in Santa Fe. I was one day away from that last book signing….Argggghhh. And, Will in the bookstore did not even mention it, the day before when I popped in…..hmmm.
Things I love about New Mexico….
1. It holds Indulgence …In My Opinion… and I would like to make a case for this below.
2. My hair was not frizzy while there. LOVE this!
3. No allergy problems while there.
4. The weather is so ever changing, the climate is so diverse. I saw a rainbow after getting     pelted by sleet. Strangely, it was very cold in the mornings, but we weren’t miserable. Pleasant.
5. New Mexico has a funny sense of humor. What are you people mowing?

Ok, here is what lead me to search in New Mexico.
In my opinion we read through the poem more than once….several times.
I think the first time through, Mr. Fenn gets us to the correct state.
So, I am going to go through the poem ONLY ONE time THIS TIME and I am going to use Mr. Fenn’s poem/map.

Question: “Are there clues in the TFTW book?”
“Yes, because the map is in the book.”- Forrest Fenn

Question: “Are there clues in the TTOTC book?”
“Yes, because the poem is in the book.” -Forrest Fenn

In my opinion, you have to use his map and his poem.
Ok, go get your copy of Mr. Fenn’s map and let’s look/listen and go through the poem.
“Begin it where warm waters halt….”
Start in Colorado.
Colorado means “colored red”.
Red is a warm color.
So I began “where warm waters halt” at the bottom of the Colorado boarder.
“And take it in the canyon down.” ….the bottom border of Colorado.
Now that we are looking at Mr. Fenn’s map, you will see some Brown shading at that Colorado and New Mexico boarder….go on…look ….why don’t we “put in below the home of Brown.”
*Remember, I believe I am going through this poem several times to get information.
*In my opinion, Brown will be something else another time through.
Now that brown shading takes us down to the wrong end of “NEW”.
If, following along this way, we will have to read backwards.
No problem.
“WEN”
In Britain, “wen” can refer to a large, crowded urban area.
Which I take to mean “no place for the meek.”
After this, we get the idea to go the end of the next word “Mexico”.
So lets goooooo……..
Now, I do realize I skipped a whole lot of words and thoughts, that is ok.
To me some of the other words are important in other ways, other times through.
I can go through with his poem on other maps and in other areas and “see other things.”
This time through I see “New Mexico”.
Does anybody else see “New Mexico”?
Has anybody else found other pictures?
One time through, if you have the right map…..you will grin and smile and want to go running to a particular area in New Mexico.
I live too far off to keep running, I would love a partner who thinks like this.
“Chasing” in metal work is beautiful.
I think Mr. Fenn has brilliantly chased a beautiful picture using his poem.
I do hope the treasure is found soon.
Any comments on going through the poem this way?

Clearly Clueless
P.S. Not Clueless on the clues, I think I have found all 9. I am clueless on how the clues “lead” us to the treasure. I do have some ideas.
I do have one spot, I would love someone to go over.

-Clearly Clueless

 

 

 

Again and Again…

By  Diggin Gypsy

I went back to my spot twice in one month. How many of us do that? You drive 1900 miles there and 1900 back, then get home and realize I should of looked under that dang rock lol 😂 

Probably only me. I’m crazy like that.  

So I was walking in a field and and the grass was really tall and tripped across some old metal. It was cool. I grabbed a piece and was gonna take it back to Georgia then my shoe became full of these sand spur like things I turned around to put my foot on a rock and wow there was wire on it like a x and a little piece of wood.

Lol, brave and in the wood.

I really didn’t give it much thought I was only thinking how the spurs hurt And how badly I was gonna feel while dragging that metal back to the truck.

Lol, I think the altitude messes with your thinking process out there.

So we drive back home to Georgia and I start thinking, “could that of been the blaze”? 

Mildew the hat had a covering over a hole with wire and it was like an anchor of some sort, like on Peggy’s swim suit. Well, we drove all the way back and nope it wasn’t under that rock. So we camped at beaver creek campground. It is so peaceful out there. No sounds at all.  Just a moose and baby that roam the woods. I love walking the trails behind the campground. You can find all kinds of cool stuff from the earthquake while looking around Earthquake Lake. We were there August 17 and it was kind of scary staying there on the same date as the earthquake in 1959.   

Walking around I found this old bed stuck in sagebrush. All I could think of was someone sleeping in it that fearful night.

I guess when this guy found it, it was in better shape.

I know many of us have searched Hebgan Lake all the way down to Earthquake Lake many many times. Donna M is one. After you go there a few times you sorta have a connection with that place and all its scattered little treasures.

We camped in front of that cool “F” that hovers over Rock Creek. The “ole coot” said it took him all week to make it, lol. So I searched Rock Creek once again knowing that wasn’t really the blaze but a cool area. 

The creek looks like a waterfall .

I bounce around when I’m out there. To learn the area I take my time and explore and try to see what Forrest would have seen.   

To get cell signal I had to drive to the Earthquake Visitor Center and I would sit by this guy who slept a lot.  I think he is  “Head of the Mountain”, lol.  

I had to go search under his chin  wasn’t there either but that would of been a great blaze I asked the “ole coot”  if that was his lunk headed blaze. He didn’t respond. I guess he didn’t think it was funny.

I explored more with my huge imagination.  I looked over on another mountain and saw a grizz staring at me.   All I could think of was the “ole coot” telling me I was whom the Grizz fears.   

So I went and looked under that grizzly of a mountain. Wasn’t there either. Another good blaze  I left it for others to find.

Here was my search team this year. Me and my sister and nephew sam and my husband John standing with Dal  whom we ran into in town.  We had a great evening with Dal, Kathy and Spalies, all great people to hang around with not just because they will buy your dinner and a good Montana beer, lol. Just “good down home people” as the south would say.

So have at it y’all it’s still out there!

Team Diggin Gypsy