Now What? (Kid Stuff)

On June 6th, 2020 at 8PM PST, Forrest Fenn posted on his blog, "The search is over!....The treasure has been found!".

Some of you saw the announcement before I did and asked if I had seen the news.  A number of you wondered how the announcement was affecting me.  A few of you asked, "What will you do now?".  And one kind soul even inquired if the anonymous finder was indeed me.

First off, let's lay to rest any notion that the treasure chest is now settled snugly under my bed.  The fact that a private plane has not been reserved and that Jamie and I have not jetted off to the inviting environs of Sweden gives ample witness to a bank account lacking 42 pounds of plunder.  Nonetheless, that one kind soul shall forever hold a special place in my heart although regrettably not in my Last Will and Testament.  You know who you are.  But not to worry - your identity shall remain confidential so as to spare you the embarrassment of being labeled "delusional".

The last couple of weeks have been difficult.  A friend has come and gone.  Only to be replaced by the seven stages of grief.  Yes....shock, pain, denial, and depression have all played their roles in recent days although anger and bargaining have yet to make an appearance.  Acceptance has been arrived at grudgingly.  This next sentence is really, really hard for me to put on paper.  The treasure chest is simply not resting in any of the places where any of my "solves" would allow me to find it.  Ouch! 

So, now what?

On page 127 of Forrest's book The Thrill of the Chase, Forrest presents a chapter that introduces the reader to the treasure chest and a poem that will lead to the treasure.  That chapter is followed on page 135 by one entitled DANCING WITH THE MILLENNIUM in which Forrest tells of his "secret plan" - the process of handcrafting jars and bells, fabricated in bronze, and burying them.  The exact size and shape of these jars and bells is a mystery.  There are no parameters for where the jars and bells are buried other than the bells are "three feet deep".  Indeed, Forrest provides us with less information regarding the jars and bells than he did with the treasure chest.

One of my favorite "solves" (you remember, those "solves" from above that proved worthless) theorized that the treasure chest would be recovered by finding the jars and bells first.  The jars and bells serving as a path of bread crumbs.

Well, I've never found a jar or bell.  If they even exist, I suspect them to be thimble size or smaller.  But on a positive note, if they exist, I think some of them are buried in Washington State, specifically the Puget Sound region.  The "whys?" of that reasoning entails a three day seminar which Jamie has had to endure more often than any earthly woman should ever have to suffer.  Her usual conclusion is a simple "Too complicated".  To which I mutter something to the effect "The puzzle is fascinating".

So there you have it.  I've traded in the chase for 2 million dollars in gold for a quest of maybe 10 cents worth of bronze.

Mercy!  I really am stuck in denial, aren't I?   

Updated 06/25/2020 - I don't like to post pictures and/or comments on this blog that are not my own.  But I want to preserve some of Forrest's comments (in blue) for my own reference and this is the lazy man's tool of choice is this instance:

From Forrest's blog: oldsantafetradingco.com/the-thrill-resource-page

YES! FORREST HAS CONFIRMED THAT THE TREASURE HAS BEEN FOUND!

The search is over!

“It was under a canopy of stars in the lush, forested vegetation of the Rocky Mountains and had not moved from the spot where I hid it more than 10 years ago. I do not know the person who found it, but the poem in my book led him to the precise spot. I congratulate the thousands of people who participated in the search and hope they will continue to be drawn by the promise of other discoveries. So the search is over. Look for more information and photos in the coming days” - Forrest

From Dal Neitzel's blog: dalneitzel.com

I believe that Forrest made the first public proclamation that the treasure had been found on this website.

From Forrest Fenn on June 6th, 2020 at 8PM PST
THE TREASURE HAS BEEN FOUND
It was under a canopy of stars in the lush, forested vegetation of the Rocky Mountains and had not moved from the spot where I hid it more than 10 years ago. I do not know the person who found it, but the poem in my book led him to the precise spot.

I congratulate the thousands of people who participated in the search and hope they will continue to be drawn by the promise of other discoveries.
So the search is over. Look for more information and photos in the coming days.
 f

UPDATED June 16th, 2020
by Forrest

The treasure chest was found by a man I did not know and had not communicated with since 2018.

Photo of the chest taken not long after it was discovered.



The bracelet on my arm was wet when found. The silver tarnished black.


Removing objects from the chest. It is darker than it was ten years ago when I left it on the ground and walked away.

The finder wants me to remain silent and I always said the finder gets to make those two calls. Who and where. f

Excerpts from Forrest's first interview following the announcement with the Santa Fe New Mexican - Danielle Prokop, June 7, 2020

Forrest Fenn confirms his treasure has been found

“It’s true,” 

“The guy who found it does not want his name mentioned. He’s from back East,”

Asked how he felt Sunday, Fenn said it’s been quite the decade.  “I don’t know, I feel halfway kind of glad, halfway kind of sad because the chase is over,” Fenn said.

The Locks (Kid Stuff)

A full moon lifting up and through the horizon on a clear night with high desert dark sky as the backdrop inspires a sense of awe.  There is something about such mass ascending in slow motion that both humbles and enthralls.  No doubt part of this fascination lies with the phenomenon known as the Moon illusion - the optical illusion which causes the Moon to appear larger near earth's horizon than it does higher up in the heavens.  Studied for centuries, the explanation for this phenomena is debated even today.  But for me the reason is simple - it's God's gentle way of reminding me there are things of His design beyond my understanding.  As God lifts the moon so the moon lifts the tides.

And then there are locks.

The sight of one of M/S Diana's portholes slowly lifting above the rim of the lock chamber never failed to provoke a sense of wonder.  Each determined lift in the east balanced with a gentle descent in the west.  The locks at either end of our journey, Stockholm in the east and Gothenburg in the west, were quite large and allowed ocean-going vessels to pass with ease.  The gates of these giants were powered by electrical motors of many horsepower.  They boasted huge chambers cut from the rock and warning sirens brayed for all to hear.  Those bookends contrasted sharply with the locks found at the apex of our six day passage.  Here, the Diana could barely squeeze in and the mechanisms of production were tried and true in centuries past.  

By my count we passed through a total of 64 individual locks.  The first being the Hammarby Lock as we left Stockholm and entered Lake Mälaren.  Then the lock at Södertälje as we dropped back down to the Baltic Sea.  Followed by the 58 locks of the Göta Kanal proper.  Finally, the four on the Trollhätte Canal as we approached Gothenburg.   Each unique with a character all its own yet all possessing common traits such as sluices and valves which allowed controlled waxing and waning of the waters.  But above all, each possessed an unimaginable power to lift. 


Now, some may credit the power of gravity.  Others the magic of buoyancy.  Alternatively, the inventiveness of man.  But for me the reason is simple - it's God's gentle way of reminding me that there are things of His design beyond my understanding.  As the tide lifts the boat so the boat lifts the man.

And then there are blessings.


To quote Ecclesiastes 3:1: "To everything there is a season, a time for every purpose under heaven."  

The next seven verses present 28 "times".  Twenty Eight life events within the human experience.  Dare I say 14 blessings contrasted with 14 trials.  Birth/death.  Plant/pluck.  Kill/ heal.  Breakdown/buildup.  Weep/laugh.  Mourn/dance.  Cast/gather.  Embrace/shun.  Gain/lose.  Keep/discard.  Tear/sow.  Keep silent/speak.  Love/hate.  War/peace.

Blessings flow in and our spirits are lifted.  Then the ebb and our character is tested.  So it is with the seasons of life and we're left to ponder the "purposes under heaven".  In this hour I find the design beyond my simple capacity to reason.  But this I know - As the man lifts the prayer so the prayer lifts the blessing.





Entering Hammarby Lock - our first



Not a lock, just a bridge


Carl Lohan's Lock Staircase



Father and son doing their part to lift the 269 ton M/S Diana


Another bridge




Leaving Ström Lock at Lilla Edet - our last









  

Sights along the Way (Kids Stuff)


  • Day 1 - Stockholm to Stegeborg


Drottningholm Palace on Lake Mälaren


Trosa - tiny fisherman's village dating to the 14th century



Baltic Sea and Södermanland archipelago - feels like home

  • Day 2 - Stegeborg to The Locks of Berg

Amongst the ruins at Stegeborg Castle





The idyllic town of Söderköping




  • Day 3 - Berg to Motala

Carl Lohan's Lock Staircase





The convent at Vreta





The aqueduct at Kungs Norrby



  • Day 4 -Motala to Hajstorp




Nature photograph in the Castle at Vadstena


Wood carving in the Abbey at Vadstena




Song, gospel, and safe journey blessings 


The obelisk at Lanthöjden marks the highest point of the canal - 91.5 meters above sea level


Siblings passing contrary - horns blaring, towels waving, säker resa!


Diana at berth

  • Day 5 - Hajstorp to Vänersborg

Going down


Approaching Lake Vänern



Tastes and aromas of bygone times


Läckö Castle






  • Day 6 -Vänersborg to Gothenburg