Dream of Dreamers…

SUBMITTED january 2016
Mike or MRD

 

 

Before you read, please understand that we all are human beings, and that we make mistakes as have many others in the Chase. But there is no mistake when me and the boys put a solve together. Plus, not to mention, I get to play with my kids while they are being, just kids.  So any solve they or I can Imagine and act on, to me is the greatest treasure any one could ask for. So please do not judge our logic to this solve. This one was the hardest for us as a Family to finish . Due to the fact my Pop’s passed away from Angio Sarcoma of the Spleen and Liver. He was the 12th man to pass away from this type of Cancer that has no cure.

 

Well I’ll be … you have to be kidding me. Is this a possibility… ???
I guess one would have to use their imagination a little but this is not so far out there, in that this could be a possibility. A Harlequin , 5 cards and a Joker came to mind . A harlequin is a Joker. He started around the mid 1500’s , The Zanni or servant was best known in the Commedia dell’arte . Traditionally believed to been introduced through Zan Ganassa .He carried a magic stick , a fake sword , and would change the scenery of the play with a wave of it, like magic… Kinda like how F writes and changes the meaning of the word by the expression of them. I like that.  The wand was called a “Paddle”. But what dose this have to do with F?  Harlaquin is used in process to cure cancer. But , is cancer why he hid” it” … ? I don’t think it was entirely , does it have something to do with where it may be, that’s a different story. Like George Burns and his dear friend Eric Sloan , before they made their final journey , they finished some of their most incredible works. Eric Sloane wrote a book and F wrote a poem .
Some of George Burns last movies were his best.

=)  While looking at Yellow Stone as Disney World if you will , and put places that kinda fit to the “ clues ” within the poem. I came up with 9 places as possibilities of what the clues meant. The last place was Harlequin Lake. For give my inability in writing this solve out. I figure you all can kinda fill in the blanks. I know a lot of you are very intelligent on this blog.

Our   ( Clues )
WWWH – Ojo Calinte – a hot spring that pours into the Fire Hole River…
Take it in the Canyon Down – Follow the path , a gravel road that leads over a bridge and  behind Grand Prismatic Spring.

Not far but too far to walk, put in below the home of Brown…Stay on the Path Until you reach Grand Prismatic Springs… My HOB due to the bacteria in the water. Water of this nature is called Brown. And also emits every color of the rainbow.

From there it’s no place for the Meek…The smell in this area is harsh due to the sulfur  in the air from the springs, and is almost unbearable for most.

The end is ever drawing nigh… “ Will the smell ever go away?”

No paddle up your creek just heavy loads and water high… no magic just Old Faithful

If you’ve been wise and found the blaze, {using Google Earth}  The Old Faithful area looks like a child running Staring at his thumb with his arm extended which is the white ground of the area  , and looks like he is running towards Ojo and West Yellow Stone: when on Google Earth you change the north to south look to rotate the image 360 degree’s.

So Why is it that I must go Cancer was a aspect and the parking lot the boy is looking at through his line of sight to his thumb, is a cancer ribbon. The building around the boy’s out lined head at Old faithful  looks like a Y and the next building that looks like a I And leave my trove for all to seek , The trove in this solve is his self thought education as well as wisdom and his cashe… The area here is the Old Faithful education center ,

This I already know I’ve done it tired and now Im weak… His fight against cancer ? My Dad was always cold when he was going through his fight with Cancer . He would always ask me for a blanket. Plus F’s sudden desire for more of it, plus his drive to pick up more bananas. Plus the fact that the direct line the boy is looking at through his thumb so happens to lead to a parking lot that looks like a breast cancer ribbon. So I figured I was on the right trail…

So hear me all and listen good… The Amphitheater  at Madison Junction ,It is a theater that looks like a lady in a dress holding her hand up to her ear ; and the parking lot looks like a big ear… Your efforts will be worth the cold – The building too the right of her hand is the Madison Arm Information Center … Your information will be worth the work.

If you are brave and in the wood… A short drive towards West Yellow Stone form here will lead you to a parking lot that looks like a Bow.. Well Whats a Brave with out a bow? And a trail that leads off the Bow to Harliquin Lake Through the woods.

The lake is a easy but a long walk , and surrounded by trees… across the street in the opposite direction of the lake is a cliff that from google looked like double colophons . Well boy we had it all figured out let me tell ya… I showed it to the boys and they loved it. We packed up the car, picked up Jake and headed for Yellowstone, excited and full of spunk. We were ready for the find of a life time. As for me personally, it was a way for me to feel like I had helped my Dad beat cancer as Mr. F did. Even If my pop’s was not here with us to celebrate, it was my mission to make him proud of me and the boys for getting out there as a family and having fun. So we arrived at our location and got ready to get in the woods .…. Made it down the trail and would ya believe it when we got to the lake and walked around it ,” is this a tee pee” I said , a war tee pee ??????  Well , I thought I don’t think so .. See, beaver come here , and you can see where they were working on some trees and boy, they can’t make a tree look like a pencil and fast!

The only thing is the trees looked old .. like they had been out there a long time. Well no matter we left them where we found them, and moved on around the lake. We made a full pass of the lake really slow. We saw nothing that looked like it would be related to Mr. F. I was a bit confused and for a split second saddened and felt like I had let my team down.

We packed up and headed back to the Three Bear in West Yellow Stone. When we got there , I sat for a second breathless , from altitude and tired form the walk . Trying to collect any thoughts , did I walk right over it ? All possibilities of where the chest could be in that area raced through my head, and a huge “blank” set in for the first time. When it came to my Imagination of possible locations, we have tried all kinds of ways to solve the poem. I have at least 30 different solves that make sense. But which one is correct? If any!

We had so many “for-sures” in the past and have acted on them .. Lets see, New Mexico … We have been on three solves there , Yellowstone and W.Yellowstone 4 , Cody Monatana 3, Bozeman Montana 1 , Colorado well we live here and we look here all the time. I would say we have looked at around 4 different places in Colorado.

But a blank , that has never happened , Boy’s “anything”, I said ? Nope they replied.

I guess we are at our end as far as Forrest Fenn Is concerned ?” I don’t know Dad” , Mike Jr says …” It would seem he has placed a hook at every door.”

Jake says “I don’t know Mike , the way you showed me the story, and matched it to the poem, I thought it would have been there for sure also”.

Then I realized we had forgotten to put the first stanza in the solve…. As well as not to look for a blaze first but WWH.

Everything looked right …. but the whole first stanza was not incorporated into the solve… Oh my …. Now I really had no idea …

!!!!THEN!!!!
With my treasures bold , I can keep my secret where, and hint of riches new and old….  WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Boy we turned that car around and went to a place where we found some bold treasures of Mr.F’s . (of them to be exact , along with 9 ……..That I will leave out until we go back this spring and look for more details on the subject matter … But the drive where we had to go , was to far too walk.

 Boy were we happy that the Chase wasn’t over yet for us was a understatement.

To Mr. F
Mr. Fenn , we thank you again for a great time in your park. Not 20 miles away…lol…and another great adventure . We were able to help a foreign lady get her car stared and her off to safety in Yellow Stone , as well as tracking you .. which is always fun .. This time around a 1/4 of a mile away from Ranger station 330  which is the station leaving West Yellow Stone heading for Hebgen Lake, we saw a old road . Pulled off and looked around , the huge Brown bear was not offended by us snooping and walked slowly into the thick brush and we slowly backed up and went a little to the left of where we were snooping , then we saw a old camp and fire pit.

The pit had this old  grape soda can… No way !!!!!!! Cool , found a old Grape Soda can  with punctures in the top .  2 like the old days when they had no pop top, they had to open them with a bottle opener …. Wow I thought ,could this had been F’s… Who know’s and , it didn’t matter …  It was to me at the time… =)  We had fun looking for your chest and as always we thank you for a great summer… We will be back out next Summer Sir . I wish they would never end.

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Searchers
Hope you all have fun searching , be safe. Take proper equipment into the forrest.

Water being #1 on your list. A camel pack works well. Vitamin C for high Alt back packing  and Ibuprofen. Bring a water straw for drinking water out of a stream , this is only nessary for emergencies . Bring a flash light just in case , a shaw , bear mace. Make noise in the woods; you don’t want to walk quite and sneak up on a Animal who is not inviting you to make conversation. This chase is not supposed to be dangerous , but fun . So don’t put your self in a place a 79 or 80 year old could not go. Or in any place that could be dangerous, Mr. F would not have placed the chest where you or your family could be hurt. Have fun and take care …

From The D’Antuono Family; Use your Imagination, have fun with the family.

Boy with a hat on running toward Ojo. This area is Old faithful. The boys head is where old faithful is. Enjoy looking up the rest of the areas mentioned and have fun.

 

A Valle Vidal Solution…

SUBMITTED AUGUST 2014
BY Old Shadows

 

I’m going to disclose a solve I’ve had for some time but only got to this year, briefly. It’s a beautiful place, the clues fit like a glove… all but one. Maybe you’ll be luckier; I think it is very promising.
Valle Vidal is a pristine wilderness in the Sangre de Christos that is bisected by a single dirt road, FR 1950, which slides down through it like a stain on britches. Both entrances are inauspicious. Arriving from the West on SR 196 via Costilla and Amalia, the pavement just ends, and a dirt road begins. There is no kiosk, no gate, no arch, just a small bulletin board … a quiet go-alone feeling. Three days later, when we exited East, we found the same modesty.
There are two campgrounds w/ pit toilets and water… the water part is wrong. There are WATER SPIGOTS, NOT WATER. We made reservations on-line & paid for a week’s stay based on FS brochures and a live advisor, but left on day 3 due to NO WATER.
NM acquired Valle Vidal in 1988 when the mineral/oil resources were found to be commercially insufficient for its private owner. A local debate about preserving this “Yellowstone of New Mexico” had been going for some years, and I supposed that its acquisition, plus the protective ‘Park” designation, along with its name, Valley of Life, might have had an uplifting appeal for an environmentalist with a cancer diagnosis.
Scanning Valle Vidal on Google Earth I found two WWWH whose logic satisfied me. Each had a canyon. And they converged! Neat.
First was the NM fishing designation ‘Warm Waters’ which halts at the state border. So I picked the biggest canyon I could find on Google Earth that crossed the CO/NM border and entered into Valle Vidal. It ends right at FR 1950. If one were flying down the canyon, they’d see Little Costilla Peak on the west and two Ash Mountains on the east. South Ash Mt. brilliantly displays a big white arrowhead blaze that points right down into the little basket valley between the peaks. The headwaters of Middle Ponil Creek and Mc Crystal Creeks are here. Hope rising.
My other WWWH is somewhat symbolic. Where the paved road halts in Amalia, so does all modernity. There is no ‘warm water’ for modern man in the Valle … no gas, food, lodging, security, phone, electricity, wi-fi, or potable water. Visitors must be prepared, or, will be up a creek without a paddle. We weren’t prepared.
Starting down FR 1950 late in the day, we were Caliph-to-the-dirt. Obedient dirt took us with confidence down into a tight little canyon where Mother Nature unsheathed her beauty weapon and showed us that Caliphs are but beggars in her temple. Rolling at 15mph through fifty shades of mist, windows wide open, Costilla creek on our right rushing to somewhere behind us, wet grasses shoved their fragrant fingers into our brains. All six of us, towing 4 dirt-bikes stacked atop a raggedy-ass pop-up discovered a prehensile reverence for Mom’s most elementary weapon.
Leaving the canyon, the road forks at Comanche Point. Look at your map, this area of VV is squared like a window… imagine grandma’s girlish nose pressed against it to see the Comanche in the yard.
Take the right fork. Clayton Corrals is not far, it’s the intersection point of my two canyons.
Just beyond the corrals, we pulled into the near-empty Cimarron campground to ‘pop-up’ our camper, cook a meal and hit the sack. Well, 3 corners popped up. The 4th did not. Now fully raining and visioned only by the glow of a cloud covered half-moon, a women, a girl, and a semi-crippled grandma needed to search an unknown woods for a 8-9’ log to prop up that 4th corner… to be able slide out the beds, to get to the flashlights, to search for a log … well, you get the circularity. All 4 corners had popped-up at Meteor Crater the night before, but a cable must have snapped somewhere on Caliph’s Wild Ride. Yes, I said women; the men panicked at NO WATER!… they left, drove back up 30 slow wet dirt miles hoping to find a working tap in a village that has one gas/convenience store which probably closed at 7pm. And they did! They filled lots of nice jugs, and cursed the defunding of Forest Service all the way back to camp. Log found, roof up, beds pulled, dinner et, the six went to sleep with the owls (to awake next day with the woodpeckers).
The morning was sparkling glorious. 7 young mule deer ran single file right past me. Didn’t see any of the famous elk. Heard the bears had been removed because the elk herds were aging & not producing enough calves. That was good news… but was it like “Yup, there’s water”?.
Now here’s a little stuff about Little Costilla Peak… first look-up Costilla in Merriam-Webster. Its Spanish, it means rib, or chop… a better cut of meat. But a colloquial meaning is WIFE, ‘my better cut of meat’, like ‘my better half’, Adams rib. And WIFE sits on top the Taos/Colfax county line.
Reading ‘Hush Puppies’– they ‘plastered walls while watching the Cowboys’. WALLS? Four walls are just North and East of Little Costilla, specifically, N. Wall, S. Wall, Little Wall, and Rock Wall. Eyeballs south –the cowboy’s corral! I was on a roll. Kelly and Zoe’s braced arms no longer implied Gilbert Gaul’s bridge, nor covered-bridge trusses designed by Engineer Brown. The girls were Taos and Colfax! No, wait, they were the two Ash peaks! Because, where better to be buried than in a perfect little basket between Wife and Daughters and forever be ‘In The Middle Again’. Well, if this wasn’t the place, it should be.
A little more confirmation, see that little graphic on Tea With Olga — mountains — with a WALL! And my Google Earth tool measures the distance between Santa Fe and Little Costilla Peak at 90 miles. I think this is where Olga’s ashes were scattered. So that makes a 3rd logical reference point for WWWH, a metaphor for a warm memory of a halted friendship and teas. It’s a melancholy thought which I think might come to a man composing his final auto-bio.
From the corral there are two trails … one up to Little Costilla Peak and another to S. Ash Peak. But none into the little canasta between them. It’s an easy bushwack, about 3-4 miles, but if you find the horse trail which is not visible from the road, you’ll have an easy way out and for re-entrance. The kids got in OK, didn’t find the treasure, but really didn’t put up much of a search. They wanted to go biking. What’s wrong with kids today? They did get to the tip of Ash Mountain’s arrowhead blaze. You can walk on its white boulders, maybe break an ankle. But if you are quiet and ‘listen good’ you can hear a gurgling creek that runs under them which you cannot see or touch.
As for, IN THE WOOD… wiki: pinus aristata. They offer a unique hiding capability with millennial longevity. There’s supposed to be a couple Champions here. And the GE photo on the Middle Ponil by C.Woods…See Woods? Bring a sandwich and a flashlight.
I couldn’t find a satisfactory HOB… unless you count the prairie dog village in the corral parking area. I didn’t. However, dirt road’s number, 1950, is also the year the Hemingway book ACROSS THE RIVER AND INTO THE WOODS was published.
So, there you go. Good luck .
Grandma would like to find a lump of gold in her stocking next Christmas.

Old Shadows

The Deadwood Incident…

SUBMITTED JULY 2014
BY MichaelD

 

Every August for the last four years my job has taken me to Deadwood Reservoir to spawn Kokanee Salmon for the over six million eggs requested by various Biologists all over the state. Five people spawn every day for three weeks straight (not including weekends) from 8 AM to 2PM…reserving the last two hours to package the eggs and drive them to a remote landing strip carved out of the timbered mountainside. The plane can carry six coolers, each one with nearly 100,000 eggs inside. Keep in mind that the average length of these fish is under ten inches, and female fecundities are about 250 eggs. This means we must handle at least twenty-four hundred ripe females and eight hundred ripe males per day to fill a flight. Typically, one in four female fish are ripe, which means we must handle well over eleven thousand fish per spawn day to fill a plane. That means all five people must handle seven fish per minute for six hours. By five or six in the evening, we are off work, and free to enjoy the wonder of one of the most beautiful places in Idaho.

My co-worker wanted to go to the fishing hole I had told him about, but my buddy had told me of a spot frequented by prehistoric Native Americans that was uncovered in low water years. 2013 was the lowest water year since 1995.So I gave my co-workers good directions, and I programmed my GPS for the coordinates my friend had given me, and set off for the Northwestern corner of the Reservoir. I spent at least an hour of my precious daylight staring at the screen of my GPS unit as I homed in on the mother lode of projectile points that awaited me. When I arrived I immediately found several large chips of jet black obsidian. I searched until it was too dark, finding a handful of chips, but no points. I followed my GPS back to the truck and drove back to camp, very disappointed.

When I arrived in camp, everyone was gathered around the table, heads all bowed, as if in prayer. When I approached the table, I realized they were all looking at an object that was lying on the table. The co-worker I had given directions to had gone fishing. He had caught a beautiful 22 inch cutthroat trout! As I admired his catch, he began to tell me the story he had obviously already shared with everyone else. It was your typical big fish story until he bent down to remove the hook from the fish. There, lying in the mud only inches from the tip of his left boot, was a perfectly formed prehistoric knife! It was made of the same jet black obsidian I had found chips of over two miles away. I was a beautiful thing. I think I was the only one of the group that realized what I was looking at. The guy that found it had little appreciation for what he had found. I offered to trade him my shotgun for it on the spot, and after hesitating enough to give me hope, he declined.

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I sent photos to Forrest asking his opinion about the obsidian point. Was it a spear point or a knife? What was it made of? How old do you think it is? Forrest shared his knowledge with me, confirming my less experienced opinion that it was an obsidian knife, perhaps up to 5000 years old! I coveted that thing, and still do, to no avail! And because I HAD to blame someone or something besides myself, I chose my stupid GPS! I vowed to never use that fowl machine again! After all, people have been finding their way for eons without GPS!

So if I had taken my friend fishing instead of telling him where to go, perhaps I would be the one holding that precious piece of stone. And that is why I refuse to use the GPS, and how this came to be known as the Deadwood Incident.

 

MichaelD

The Sure Thing…

Submitted May 2014
by michaeld

 

NCM_0042I always felt like stanzas one, five, and six went together because it was Forrest Fenn speaking to us. These are the only stanzas where he is using I, me, and my to communicate to us. It seemed like stanzas two through four were telling us where the chest was at. It sounded like to me by the last line in stanza four, the location was divulged…so my line of thinking was that stanzas one, five, and six gave the directions to where warm waters halt,  then stanzas two, three, and four told us where to find the chest from there.

It was also logical to assume that the poem divulged the blaze by stanza four as well because it says “If you’ve been wise and found the blaze, look quickly down, your quest to cease, but tarry scant with marvel gaze, just take the chest and go in peace.” I believe stanza four is used to let you know that the blaze exists in stanza one, two, or three, and that you must be wise to find it. If you have been wise and found the blaze, then look quickly down to stanzas five and six, because, if you found the blaze, then stanzas five and six tell you where to go to find the chest. This is a MAJOR departure from what I have read on the blogs…(most people have been taking the poem as all directions on the ground all the time). So once you know the blaze, stanzas five and six reveal themselves a bit….I quickly deduced that if stanzas one, five, and six went together, stanza one HAD to be the stanza with the blaze, since stanza four tells you to first find the blaze, then look quickly down to five and six for directions to WWWH. Forrest always said to start at the beginning. I noticed right off the letter I, and two ones in the first line…As I have gone alone in there….What if I was one. In the first line, with a little imagination, we see, “As ONE have gONE alONE in THREE”…Now, I know that’s a stretch for some, but remember, my solve began at the beginning. The first stanza uses the word I in a specific way…”I can keep my secret where” is telling us the LETTER  I is important to the solve. After stanza one, the letter I is not used again until stanza five. “As I have gone alone in there” is a code. I one one in three. A butterfly is really a flutterby, and there is really three. Imagination is more important than knowlege, and gone is one, as is alone). This is the  BLAZE….I equals one. As we read through the rest of the poem with this in mind, the very next line says, AND WITH MY treasures bold….So perhaps instead of just I being a number one, whenever Forrest refers to himself in the poem, it means the number one. So every me, my or I in the poem would turn into a number one… we see in stanza four it states, “If you’ve been wise and found the blaze, look quickly down, your quest to cease, but tarry scant with marvel gaze, just take the chest and go in peace” We now know the blaze has to be introduced in the first three stanzas, and we found it…

And one one  one in three is true…So what if “I” as in Forrest Burke Fenn, is the Blaze?? That would mean not only I, but Me and My would be ONE, since they all refer to FBF. So I substituted ONE for all me, my and I’s that were referring to Forrest Fenn (in red letters), And BOLDED all the ONES  that already appeared in the poem… and I also bolded any changes or interpretations I made to the poem, and this is what I got: ( I left out stanzas two through four because they have no ones or FF referrals)

As ONE have gONE alONE in THREE

And with ONE treasures bold,

ONE can keep ONE secret where

And hint of riches new and old.

If you’ve been wise and found the blaze,

Look quickly down your quest to cease,

But tarry scant with marvel gaze,

Just take the chest and go in peace.

So Y is it that ONE must go

And leave ONE trove for all to seek? = Y11 (trove = drove?)

The answers ONE already know,

ONE’ Ve dONE it tired, and now ONE’M weak. = 141 (it tired = drove?) and now ONE’ M weak….The reason I changed why to Y and the I’ve to a 4 (roman number IV…the e is silent) was because of what I found subsequently in stanza six….and where that took me on the map….So really I kinda went out of order to solve the 141 and Y11, because Stanza six made WAY more sense if I approached that way.

So HEAR ONE all and LIST TEN good,….(This is why the last I in stanza six  is used as a letter instead of a one…we already changed 10  me ,my, I’s into ONES, just as FF tells us to in stanza six! So hear ONE all and LIST TEN good) But I was looking for something else…something that would convince me I was on the right path…and Germanguy gave it to me on a silver platter!! He’s also saying to list ten letters… we hear in stanza six…

Your Fort will B worth the cold.

F U R brAve and N the wood,

I give U title to the gold.

FBFURANIU…wait, that only = nine letters…FBFURANIU,  we are exactly ONE’M WEAK (from stanza five) of spelling out FBF URANIUM. FBF = Forrest Burke Fenn…THE BLAZE!! The Blaze is FBF which is synonymous with me, my and I in the poem!! This is the carving we will look for on the tree, cliff, rock etc…but uranium?…URANIUM…URANIUM??

Okay, let’s think about this. Why would anything having to do with uranium be a very special place to FF? Maybe because it saved his life when he got cancer? Maybe because the very thing that is a symbol of war, which FF has learned comes at great cost, saved his life in the end. How’s that for a paradox (As in not far but too far). So the key word is ONE, and Forrest Burke Fenn, aka Me, My, I, is the BLAZE (both times) first time as me, my, I and second as FBF. So the nine clues, in order, are:

  1.  Y
  2. ONE
  3. ONE
  4. ONE
  5. FOUR
  6. ONE
  7. ONE M’ weak
  8. FBF
  9. URANIU

So if you search for Uranium on Y11 and 141….google comes up with Uravan, CO. ( If U R brAVe ANd)… Listen and HEAR what it sounds like…urbraveand…..uravan… With these clues we can find Uravan, CO and begin to unravel the mystery of where warm waters halt.

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So in order to find where warm waters halt, I go to Uravan, CO Uranium mine on Y11 and 141. And we know what blaze to look for (FBF) when we figure out the rest of the poem. Now that we have solved the clues, the book begins to make a lot more sense. Research goes a long way toward revealing the hints in the book. Yellowstone is really yellow stone, carnotite, uranium ore. Miss Ford is crossing the Delores River, with her loud voice and choppy steps. Y11 road is a graveled road to the south that crosses the San Miguel River at the “Black Bridge” and goes to Paradox and Bedrock, Colorado, via the scenic canyons of the San Miguel and Dolores rivers.

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Paradox is a farming and ranching community. It was named because the Dolores River runs north and south through the valley rather than the usual east and west—a Paradox that occurs in only one other valley in the world. Red Canyon, MT is really Red Canyon quadrangle, Colorado.

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15 miles of water runway is the hanging flume. 6000’ in elevation is where the chest is at or near (within 85%). The grave, the waterfall, the crescent moon (arch), 2.42 river miles from omega one (below the Home of Brown), on omega two (which is really omega three) which is 7 miles west of town (Uravan) on 141, between mile marker 79 and 80, on a large sagebrush flat with large stands of pine trees (stumps now) all around.

 

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The Yellow and Purple flowers and the abundant tall grasses surround the gravestone. But I digress….back to WWWH… What do we know about the poem? We know what Forrest Fenn has told us, it contains nine clues that if followed precisely will lead us to the end of his rainbow, and the treasure. But we know more than that.

pre·cise·ly

[ prə sī́sslee ]

 

  1. exactly: used to indicate that something is stated exactly
  2. accurately: with absolute accuracy
  3. in detail: in complete and accurate detail

 

It is perfectly logical then, to assume the poem contains within it, exact directions to the chest. Forrest tells us to “Begin it where warm waters halt”, and he means it, but we MUST start at the beginning in order to find the beginning.

Uravan was a town that no longer exists, and was bulldozed because it was radioactive. It sits on county road Y11. From there, other, possibly imagined, clues start popping up….Drawing=Glyph, Paddle=ROW, High=Hie…reverse it…Hieroglyph. Hieroglyphics canyon is in Uravan. “Not far but too far” is a Paradox….Paradox Valley is near Uravan. Bedrock, Colorado in Paradox Valley is where Y11 comes off of HWY 90. (it=9T?)  (“Safe upon the SOLID ROCK the ugly houses stand, come and see my shining palace built upon the sand!”)

Stanza 2: “Begin it where warm waters halt, and take it in the canyon down, not far, but too far to walk. Put in below the home of Brown.” This was the HARDEST PART of the whole solve. I couldn’t for the life of me find a decent wwwh in my area …Germanguy was convinced it was the continental divide, then Uncompahgre plateau, then Unaweep Canyon….None of which worked for me…because FF already told us where to begin looking, (Uravan) so WWWH becomes a point at which to begin the actual trail to the chest…not a place to begin looking for the general area…we have the general area already! And then it happened. April 18th 2014 at about 11pm… I was searching the internet for Y11 road references, and I hit the jackpot! Y11 FIASCO mountain bike trail…

This technically challenging trail follows the old Indian trail from Uravan to Saucer Basin, a small collapsed salt dome. The trail climbs along the south rim of the San Miguel River canyon, with great views of the hanging flume and the confluence of the San Miguel and Dolores rivers. It can be ridden as a lollipop overlooking the confluence, or as a loop featuring a very technical downhill into Saucer Basin and returning along CR Y-11.
Saucer Basin!? Tea with Olga?! Warm waters halt when they run over the edge of your teacup and into the saucer. My heart was racing!!  This wwh along with all the other stuff was just too much of a coincidence to be a coincidence…this was it! I had it! I found wwwh!! FF had taken us full circle on this bicycle trail, from Y11 road in Uravan to Y11 road in Delores River Canyon!! This is when I boldly posted the poem was solved…I was wrong…By the way, it turns out Forrest could easily drive from Y11 at Uravan to Y11 at Saucer Basin, but I may not have come across Saucer Basin if not for that mountain bike trail description! So begin it in Saucer Basin and take it in the Delores River canyon down, not far, but too far to walk. Put in below the home of Brown. The dreaded HOB!! I couldn’t find it! I searched forever…nothing, nada. So I must have to be there to see that part right? But the San Miguel River is a well-known and famous Brown Trout fishery, and runs a very Brown color at its confluence with the Delores River…and it is less than a mile downstream to the confluence from Saucer Basin. So I started working on the rest of the solve using the confluence as HOB. It was an educated guess, but it worked out so well later that I kept it as fact…a dangerous game!

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Now, everyone needs to get on google earth and look at that confluence!! Double Omega central!! “From there it’s no place for the meek, the end is ever drawing nigh. There’ll be no paddle up your creek, just heavy loads and water high.” After searching for some specific directions hidden in this part of the poem, I came up with everything is too far to walk if you “PUT IN” the water…So I measured in the streambed instead of on the roads, believing No place for the meek may mean by water instead of by land. And searching for more directions, I looked at “Not far, but too far to walk” and thought to myself, not four, but two four two walk. So I “Put in” AKA started, below the confluence, and measured 242 feet. Then 242 miles, then yards. Nothing made sense…I started to think, is 2.42 miles too far to walk? WAIT! Not four is saying less than four….so 2.42? So I tried this measurement. EXACTLY 2.42 miles downstream from the “PUT IN” spot below the confluence of the Delores and the San Miguel you end up at another Omega! And using a USGS quad map, you find a grave on that Omega!!

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I was really getting excited now! Begin it at Saucer Basin, and take it in the Delores River Canyon downstream on Y11 road. Not four, but two four two walk. Put in, and begin your 2.42 miles below the Confluence of the San Miguel and Delores Rivers…now I found a grave marker exactly 2.42 miles downstream from the confluence of the San Miguel (home of Brown) and the Delores River. (Not far, but 2.42 walk) Worked for me! This  grave was calling me out! Was there a crude aluminum grave marker in the tall grass there? I HAD to go look at it. When I arrived in Uravan, where Y11 and HWY 141 come together, I reset my odometer’s trip meter. “seven miles west of town in a large sagebrush flat that HAD large stands of pine trees everywhere”…pg. 65 TTOTC…

EXACTLY 7 miles west of Uravan, CO on HWY 141 is the dead end on the sagebrush flat (that leads to the grave) that had numerous pine tree stumps all around in the tall green grass and the yellow and purple flowers were scattered about.…I had goose bumps when I read the tag on the mining claim corner marker that was on that flat…The name of the claim was DREAMS!! As in, “My church is in the mountains and along the river bottoms where DREAMS and fantasies alike go to play.” When I found the Grave, the name on the stone was John Christian… (John Charles Whatever??). The real kicker was there were broken pieces of an old tea cup and SAUCER resting beneath the shade of the headstone. I reached down and picked one up…the only word legible on the back was Tea (Tea with Olga)!! Warm waters halt when they run over the edge of your teacup and into the saucer. My heart was racing!! I have never wanted to dig up a grave…but boy I was tempted!! As I observed the area, I could tell nothing had been dug up for many years…and I felt like FF would not have done that. But I searched the heck out of that peninsula, from top to bottom and side to side…for three days…nada.

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The last evening I was sitting in the tall grass near the grave admiring the view and trying to figure out what I had done wrong. I glanced across the canyon and I saw something that caught my eye and triggered a flood of thoughts all at the same time. There, on the south rim of the canyon, was a beautiful waterfall! It was dry, but it was obvious it ran as a spring creek. There was a beautiful inverted natural arch that had been carved out by the water…was this Forrest Fenn’s Rainbow?? My heart was pounding again as I realized the error of my ways. The end is drawing EVER nigh! He was telling me Just keep going left whenever you have the ability to! So, on google earth I began measuring from my “put in”, below the confluence (The HOB), 2.42 miles…this time going left whenever I could. The first place I was able to take a left was at that waterfall! And 2.42 miles put me PRECISELY at the top of the falls, at 5014 feet in elevation. I was sure finding the grave was all a part of FF’s plan. He knew solvers would go there first…and he knew what they would see on the other side of the River too. But I had no internet or cell service at the location, so I was unable to determine a driving route to the falls. (I feel it important to point out that with google earth, your cache will function without an internet connection). I sure as heck couldn’t wade the Delores River in April! So I went home…and I passed a bridge that crossed the Delores…but It was fenced off, so I assumed it was private. I felt frustrated and excited all at the same time. Over the next day or two, I researched a way to get within half a mile of the falls by vehicle… (4X4 only out there folks!!)

The next day I drove the 11 hours and 685 miles back to the falls and hiked the scary and tricky, but doable descent into the little side canyon with the waterfall. I had a 200’ rope, a harness, and a one hour rappelling lesson under my belt, and I was determined to get to the bottom of that waterfall! When I got there, I was amazed at how much larger and scarier the falls was looking down from the top of it. The arch was 40 feet down, and the pool at the base of the falls was another 100’ feet below the arch! I was terrified, but I boldly harnessed up and tied my rope to a large tree. As I began to walk down the rolling edge of the precipice a thought occurred to me. How in the heck was I planning on getting back up? Fear (AKA logic) took over, and I was already able to see the pool and the backside of the arch, and no chest was present, so I wisely pulled myself back from the sheer drop off, and sat down to ponder my ignorance.

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I had gold fever didn’t I?…I needed to rethink my solve. And come down off my adrenaline high for a while. Forrest said not to go looking where a 79 0r 80 year old man couldn’t go, and I give FF high marks in the athletic dept, but decided rappelling was probably not his chosen method. But I couldn’t let this area go.

So the double omegas of the canyon where the Delores River and the San Miguel river come together were screaming for me to read the book again…which I did.

“I tend to use some words that aren’t in the dictionary, and others that are, I bend a little.”

“Cross the street” pg. 20 = Y11

“cross the river” pg. 24.  =Delores River

“You should always tell the truth, but you should not always tell all of the truth.” Pg. 26.

15 miles of water runway pg. 53 = Hanging flume

Ravens  pg. 55, 61, 142  = Uravan and Raven mine

Red Canyon pg. 59 = Red Canyon USGS quad in Montrose County, CO

In Love with yellow stone= Uranium ore is yellow (carnotite)…do you see the genius of FF yet?

“7 miles west of town in a large sagebrush flat that had large stands of pine trees everywhere…” The Grave is exactly 7 miles west of Uravan in a sagebrush flat with pine trees.

There are so many more! I find more every time I read the book. He scattered confirmation hints throughout the entire memoir! They do more harm than good until you begin to solve the poem…then the floodgates of imagination, coincidences, and printed evidence all come together into a heavenly hodgepodge of “You’re Getting Warmer” stew.

As ONE have gone alone in three, and with ONE treasures bold, ONE can keep ONE secret where, and hint of riches new and old.

Begin it in Saucer Basin, (wwwh) and take it in the Delores River Canyon Down, Not 4, but 2.42 walk. Put in (begin your 2.42) below the Confluence with the San Miguel River (HOB).

From there, enter the river, (No place for the meek) the end is to the left, (drawing nigh) there’ll be no paddle up your creek, just heavy loads and water high.( The creek at the end of the 2.42 miles)

If you’ve been wise and found the (Blaze) = FBF? look quickly down, your quest to cease, but don’t just stare in awe, take the chest and go in peace.

So Y is it that ONE must go and leave ONE trove for all to seek?

The answers ONE already know, ONE’Ve dONE it driving, and now ONE’ M weak.

So hear ONE all and list ten good, your Fort will B worth the cold, F U R brAve and N the wood, I give U title to the gold.

 

 

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