After we finally arrived to our base camp, we gathered in a circle, as Tizz passed out radio’s, Savage went around the circle getting everyone’s name and their game plan, to know exactly who was going where. Cynthia announced our time to return to base would be at the latest 4pm, and departure was set for 4:30. There were 11 of us all together. We separated into 3 groups. Billy and I were with the Drone Team.
On our way to the Mesa location where the Drones were planning to launch, the way there was much more intense and vast than what appeared on Google Earth. The little dots of Piñon trees were indeed like a thick forest, who’s branches were very unforgiving, grabbing hair, hat, backpacks and clothing, preventing passage. In fact it even prevented visibility. The land was incredibly gnarly and wretched, covered with wicked cactus donning 3″- 4″ of needles. And if you didn’t step on cactus, it was then covered with volcanic rocks that made the footing entirely challenging the entire way.
I would notice Tizz, our main Drone Operator, flash here and there, amongst the piñon. He was there and then he wasn’t. I decided to call him “Flash”. His high energy never quit. He would sometimes disappear entirely. Not a whistle or word or radio would get a response. Billy calls him the “Lone Cyotee”. Billy, Sam, Danny came to the edge of the Mesa and marveled at the expansive and daunting views of the Canyon, peering in to the Frijoles Canyon….
Really? I thought. Did Randy really think Forrest would make two trips into this rugged and treacherous canyon with 22 lbs of treasure and box?
We were looking for Tizz and the launch location, and I don’t know what made us begin this slow crawling decent on the side of the mesa that increasingly became more and more challenging. “Just think like Spider Woman” I thought to myself as I was required to crawl with hands and feet, scaling the steep side of the Mesa walls. Every other step I took, a rock would slip out from under me and go flying down to the bottom. It was difficult to trust any rock what so ever.
Sam and I sat 50 or so feet apart, on stable rocks, taking a break, discussing possibilities. He then climbed up to continue looking for Tizz. Billy was off to my left, photographing the area, and I climbed closer to him, spotting a cave. I then crawled, clinging to rocks and branches, making my way over to the small cave. It was shallow. Much more than it appeared from the distance. I safely made my way back to Billy, and we rested on a large flat rock, hydrated and snacked when Cynthia and John came out from our right, making their way on the steep, sliding rock terrain. Cynthia paused to take photos of me, as Billy was taking photos of Cynthia.
This turned out to be more of a Photo Op than we expected it to be…. for what a couple of those photos unintentionally revealed later…
Then down the mountain Cynthia and John continued. Billy and I began to continue looking for our team, and as we were walking, I heard in the distance the sound of Hornets….
Ah! That must be our drone flying around somewhere, cause there is barely anything else around making noises… and sure enough, the drone lead us to the launch location and we joined the rest of our team.
I learned a lot watching and assisting Tizz. One of the limitations of the drones is that it can only fly for 8-10 minutes, then return home and replace the drained battery for a charged one. So, the process takes some time to get plenty of footage. It was interesting watching the monitor and seeing that it gets best images in the shadows vs the bright light. Tizz directed the drone in front of a few little caves, perhaps a bit too high to reach on the rugged sliding rocks. We focused mostly on filming the small canyon just NE of where Randy’s flotation device was found.
Each time we attempt at returning to our area where we were keeping our gear to get more batteries or equipment, we seemed to loose our way directly there, the pinons again, disoriented us. We became aware of time and all of us were encouraging Tizz to wrap it up, though he was on a roll and ignored our pleas. I radioed Cynthia, and she confirmed all the teams but us were back at base camp and waiting for us. I suggested I’d start to head back solo, since Tizz walks much faster than I can keep up, but all the guys, especially Billy, insisted we go together.
At last Tizz wrapped it up and we began heading back. “Just follow your shadow” said Sam directing us back to camp. More cactus, snow and rocks, our footing wobbling, except for Tizz. He bounced thru the woods and flashed here and there again. The rest of us began to loose our way again. Sam checked his GPS, got us back on track. Billy and I slowed our pace and lost Sam and Danny, though we’d holler now and then and get kind of close. Sam calls Tizz on the radio to get his location, Tizz replies “Just follow my voice!” Sam looks down puzzled at his radio with Tizz’s voice in the little box. Oh, I see, just follow the radio. More circling around more pinon trees and the light is darkening.
We understand well how easy it is to get lost and disoriented in that territory. We can hear the car engines in the distance leaving camp. We are still off to the left, now too much to the right. Whew! At last! Back at base camp where Billy’s big red truck is the only vehicle waiting next to his ceremony drum and bag.
We piled all the gear and headed down the deeply rutted slippery muddy road, with Tizz running in front of us, guiding our way down the path. We caught up with a couple cars, that nearly flipped over wildly sliding their way. There were some large impressive Bulls in the meadow on our left, stretching their necks up high to see the posse go by. Their eyes widely peering at the rare visit.
Tizz continued running ahead, then he noticed a set of footprints leading OUT down the road. It went on for about 1/2 mile til the road came to a fork then disappeared. Billy got out and photographed the footprint. Billy is size 11 and he placed his foot next to the print which appears to be approx size 13 and narrow.
As we continued slipping and sliding down the crazy road, flinging heavy waves of mud all over the truck, and then suddenly to our left, there was a small heard of beautiful healthy wild Horses! Billy got out to photograph them and the mares shied away as the Stallion came forward to defend his lady tribe.
At last, we made it out of the road, which took as much energy out of us as the hike did. All the cars and teams met once again at the Animal Shelter, and said our good-byes. A few of us met at Forrest’s home and shared our days and thoughts.
Of course, like all of you, we are filled with wonders and unanswered questions. As Treasure Hunters on TTOTC, we understand a bit more of the thinking, though at times, may not agree with it, and we are all still standing in the mystery of it all.
After we closed our meeting at Forrest’s home, Billy and I began our long and winding trip through the Box Canyon home to Taos. Bewildered and exasperated, Billy randomly chooses a few photos to send to Cynthia and Dal to update everyone on the blog.
Saturday Morning…. I wake with a message from Cynthia. “Kat, you gotta look at one of the photos Billy sent! One of the Blog viewers has noticed in one of the images a blue thing hiding in one of the ledges covered by a branch! We need the high res image to examine it!”
So I run over to Billy’s house and sure enough, there it is, Blue shinny fabric, like a sleeping bag or backpack. Right there below Cynthia’s feet, just below where Billy and I took a break on the big flat rock. Looking at the image blown up, you can see, it is not old fabric, it is intensionally placed and not been there long.
Interesting, isn’t it? How a trivial collection of small events: one leaning on a rock, two others pass by, another takes a photo and snap! Something more get’s in the picture and changes the story.
It show’s us how close we can be to something, and even if we are intensely focusing, we can totally miss it! And so, it makes me wonder, how many times have we come close to the Treasure, and totally missed it! Only this time, we were lucky to have Billy’s camera capture something hiding that our own eyes missed. We were focused on Cynthia, and missed the blue object peaking out at us!
I do hope that the continuing searchers can find our location. If not, I’ll have to return with Cynthia to recap and find our spot. It’s something, even if it turns out to be nothing, at least we have a sliver of hope.
As I close this entry, the full moon is shining brightly upon the wintery towne of Taos and the wild cyottes are partying it up!