And I have actually seen some of the most spectacular scenery because of this that I ever would've seen. "You go out, you look, you don't find it, you come back home, you go through your clues again, your solves again and you think, 'Where did I go wrong?'" says Cynthia Meachum, a retired high-tech worker in Albuquerque who says she's been out at least 60 times looking for the treasure. Then they trek through aspen forests, explore riverbanks, and rappel down cliff sides looking for the treasure. The searchers read and re-read the cryptic poem and pore over topographic maps, waiting for the "aha" moment. I'm absolutely sure that he hid that treasure chest."Ī noted New Mexico archaeologist contacted for this story says he, too, saw the treasure and he also believes Fenn is not a trickster. And also knowing Forrest for as long as I have, I can absolutely say with 100 percent confidence that he would never pull off a hoax. It's not in his house and it's not in his vault. "As far as proof goes there's no proof," Preston says. He says he saw the chest in the walk-in vault in Fenn's house before he hid it, and Preston can attest that it was filled with gold nuggets, gold coins, pre-Columbian gold figures, rubies, sapphires, emeralds and diamonds. Is the treasure really worth risking your life over?ĭoug Preston is a best-selling author and a longtime friend of Fenn's. So happy I'm awake, because my dream finally came true.Think you're good at cracking codes? Read Forrest Fenn's poem with clues to the treasure:įenn is delighted the quest has motivated so many people to discover the Rocky Mountains, but he cautions: "We don't want to get anybody else lost. At the end of the rainbow, my pot of gold is you. Let me love you in all I am allowed, let me show the world the Queen who's love is equivalent to finding a four leaf clover. So do you see why I chase? Why I throw a leaf of caution to the wind? Cause as you told me once upon a time we kissed, tomorrow is not guaranteed. To come home to you everyday would be a homecoming I'd love to celebrate. To graduate from a crush, to the schooling this university of pure and genuine love has to offer, is something I shall never drop out of. Why my soul wandered down your path whenever you were near. Why this one woman became a crush unlike any I'd ever had. Maybe I was uncomfortable because I couldn't conceive the concept of knowing you long before then. But your presence, so warm and inviting upon that first meeting, I felt so welcomed, despite my uncomfortable ways in the beginning.
I've walked this earth before your physical was made visible, knew no one similar to me, no one who listened to music in detail like myself. My appreciation for your existence must've existed long before I laid eyes on you. In these eyes of mine, you'll always be the shit, the one, a badass from head to toe, an angel at heart, a genius in mind. These are reasons I chase you, and then some. The loving affection your voice conveys brings a comfort to my soul, a peace to my mind. But yet and still, you see me pass my past even I still struggle to look past. Afraid to fall short, afraid to be surrounded, to drown in my mistakes. Sometimes it scares me to be read so well. They know all too well the secrets of me.
Your eyes, those beautiful pools of mystery, they see right through the way I was accustomed to living, being. Wanted me to see just how much better off I was without them. Spotless so that my reflection was crystal clear. Never chained me to a chair that poked me with insults I couldn't rise from. Judgement you never handed me, never sat it in my lap to weigh me down even more. Back to the tellings of a love so true, so strong, so you. And still, I held tightly to the rope of hope, no matter the stinging my stubborn palms endured. My heart, it had broken, lost its spunk, its will to be content with the control that was never mine. They weren't meant to last, weren't to be taken serious. I've cared for others, wanted something lasting, someone special to call my own, but life ripped its rug from underneath the hopes I had placed there. Racing to the finish line called your heart, nothing could stop me from claiming this sweet victory. Never have I wanted to chase anyone with so much persistence and drive. The Thrill Of The Chase Poem We are looking for places, or a specific place in the Chase, namely the location of the chest.This entry was posted in More Info and tagged Forrest Fenn, JDiggins, Poem, poem facts, thrill of the chase, Treasure, Treasure Hunt by dal.
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