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The Thrill of the Chase – Hunting for Forrest’s Treasure and Finding My Own

“I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I intended to be.”    ~Douglas Adams

 

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Hi Beautiful Blog World,

I’m taking a slightly different approach to my photo blog the next couple of weeks because Life and my fondness for quirky twists that stand out to amaze and enthrall me.

I’m not the mystical type by nature.  I’m educated, analytical and more logical than the average gal. I am an IT professional who works among mathematic, scientific, analytical minds.  And even though my life has been blessed with artistic talent (like my photography , music, my art and my cooking) I’m above all a person well grounded in life and its realities.  I eschew organized religion, think things like horoscopes and mystic thinking are creative, but not generally my cup of tea.

But Fanciful things happen to me sometimes and I have to call them out because…well just because!  My sense of wonder leads me to nature and I’m very open-minded and embrace the beauty of nature.  Neat things happen because I often happen to be in the right place at the right time.

Like the time an owl followed me while I drove back from Antelope Island.

Or the time a Golden Eagle decided to take a bath in front of me.

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Or last week when I was at Silver Lake and a moose decided to walk towards me and eat while I watched four feet in front of him.

I stand amazed.  And consider myself lucky to be an unwitting recipient to seeming magical interactions with nature.  I put myself out there with regularity.  You’ll find me on the highways and byways and on trails soaking in whatever the earth has to offer me. Because it is so freaking satisfying and relaxing to me.

But back to my story.  You’ll see where I’m going with this in a moment.

Last year for my birthday I decided to give a gift instead of receiving one.  I went to all of my favorite places in Utah, places of sentimental value to me, and buried silver bullion and placed a cairns on top of it.  Marked the GPS coordinates and then posted them on my Facebook wall so my friends could locate them like a geocaching game…with a nice silver gift twist at the end.

It was popular!  And the best gift I’ve ever given myself, there’s nothing quite like the joy of seeing people locate something you’ve hidden specifically in a place of importance to me.

So this year I decided to expand it.  I am turning 50 in 10 days so I decided to honor my own life by going to the places of my birth and upbringing.  Durango, Colorado, New Mexico, and out on the Navajo Reservation in Arizona where I spent a summer in my youth and fell in absolute love with the red dirt and mesas of the Arizona desert, and the Navajo people.  I have been mapping out my course and locations to place the cairns.  I’ve dropped two here in Utah and will be leaving for Colorado tomorrow.

My little sister Connie texted me last week and said “Chris, since you’re going to be out burying your treasure you should look for the hidden treasure hidden in the areas your will be hiding things!”

Within 10 seconds of clicking on the link she provided, I was hooked.  And smiling ironically at the absolute converging path I found myself in with this amazing man, Forrest Fenn.  I immediately sensed a kindred spirit in this now 86 year old man who is still very much living and no doubt very entertained by the number of people who have been looking for the treasure he hid about 6-7 years ago.  He hid it, published a map that contains the overall area where the treasure can be found, and a poem that contains 9 clues.

 

A few links:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fenn_treasure

http://dalneitzel.com/

I saw the map, read the poem, and thought of several places I could go on the way as I was burying my own treasure.  I reached out to Forrest last Sunday via email and found myself having enchanting dialogue throughout the day with him. We talked about fly fishing, New Mexico, the Native American people.  All commonalities.  I found him to be witty, authentic, very lucid, and was thrilled when he invited me to come down and look at his collection in Santa Fe.

But I have things to do first.  Like bury my own treasures.  And spend a lot of time giving gratitude to the universe for all of the wonderful places I’ve seen, and all of the wonderful things I’ve done in the 50 years I’ve been on this earth.

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You’ll find a cairns in the spot where I bury mine.  They may look like any of these.  Cairns are significant things.  They are designed to be a path marker, to let you know you are on the right path.

https://scenesfromthelilypad.blog/cairns/

My Facebook profile is not Public.  I keep my treasure confined to my friends list because of the sentimentality involved.

But not Forrest, and I nod in his direction for his generosity, his love for the great outdoors and his generosity in allowing so many people to share in the adventure of looking for his Treasure which is worth up to $2 million dollars, far more than my own hunt.  There is a thrill in the chase.  We humans, despite our so-called evolved ways, still want to hunt.  To use our instinct and our minds to connect the dots and provide more meaning and value to our lives and the meager time we have to exist here.

So the next few blog posts will be chronicles of my own journey.  I will be both Hider and Seeker.  I am armed with new camera equipment and will share ample photos.  And I can’t wait.  I’m traveling Home.  And my heart is drawn like a magnet to the places that helped forge who I am today.

I know I will enjoy the mere act of hunting for Forrest’ treasure.  It also gives me absolute joy to discover he has Pre-Columbian golden frogs in his chest in addition to all the gold and precious jewels.

Big green hugs,

Froggie

Brian Head Fire, Utah

Started June 17, 2017

https://inciweb.nwcg.gov/incident/5253/

 

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This was the scene from the fire on my way to St. George, Utah.

Other Scenes from St George which is some of the most tremendous red earth and houses National parks such as Zions, Bryce Canyon, Escalante nearby. I’m just going to link to my Google album for your perusing pleasure.

https://goo.gl/photos/YBMStZGbnTvwYG9j9

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Take me back to my boat on the river

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Take me back to my boat on the river
I need to go down, I need to calm down
Take me back to my boat on the river
And I won’t cry out any more

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Time stands still as I gaze in her waters
She eases me down, touching me gently
With the waters that flow past my boat on the river
So I don’t cry out anymore

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Oh the river is wide
The river it touches my life like the waves on the sand
And all roads lead to Tranquility Base
Where the frown on my face disappears

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Oh the river is deep
The river it touches my life like the waves on the sand
And all roads lead to Tranquility Base
Where the frown on my face disappears.

Take me down to my boat on the river
I need to go down
Won’t you let me go down
Take me back to my boat on the river
And I won’t cry out anymore.

~Boat on the River, Styx  (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NjTwM2AL1VY)

https://goo.gl/photos/w12xaJmsiyfYrvXDA

*All photos taken on the Green River, Utah.  5/21/17

The Sparkle of Frost

He who marvels at the beauty of the world in summer will find equal cause for wonder and admiration in winter.   ~John Burroughs

 

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Frosted trees in the blue fog
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Fog blanketing the Salt Lake City valley
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Sun refractions creating blue fog
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Ducks at La Caille
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Little Cottonwood granite trying to peek through the fog.

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Snowflakes on berries
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Berry laden frosted tree
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Frozen fountain
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Remnants of Christmas in the fog
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Laden willow tree
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Froggie in the frost.

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“Do not fall in love with people like me.  I will take you to museums, and parks, and monuments, and kiss you in every beautiful place, so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like blood in your mouth.

I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. And when I leave you will finally understand, why storms are named after people.” (Caitlyn Siehl, Literary Sexts: A Collection of Short & Sexy Love Poems)

 

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©All Rights Reserved.  Chris Webber

Be

[From Jonathan Livingston Seagull]

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“Be”

Lost
On a painted sky
Where the clouds are hung
For the poet’s eye
You may find him
If you may find himThere
On a distant shore
By the wings of dreams
Through an open door
You may know him
If you may

Be
As a page that aches for a word
Which speaks on a theme that is timeless
And the one God will make for your day

Sing
As a song in search of a voice that is silent
And the sun
God will make for your way

And we dance
To a whispered voice
Overheard by the soul,
Undertook by the heart
And you may know it
If you may know it

While the sand would become the stone
Which begat the spark
Turned to living bone
Holy, holy
Sanctus, sanctus

Be
As a page that aches for a word
Which speaks on a theme that is timeless
While the one God will make
for your day

Sing
As a song in search of a voice that is silent
And the one God will make for your way

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