So here we are in the third week of January, a week known to be the worse for people with seasonal depression. The weather here (Boise) is arctic like with snow on the streets now for over three weeks. Most people stay home and have little sun to warm their hearts. So what to do?
Take loads of vitamin D, stay warm, build a fire and listen to a good blog. How about a blog committed to sharing all ideas on the Forrest Fenn treasure. Perfect, let’s get stimulated, I mean revved up, juices running and dreams a dreaming. I will start us off. I believe Pebble Creek is a good place to revisit. It is magical with many good secret places and several waterfalls.
This summer is filled with journeys to the best places I ever looked for Forrest’s treasure, in fact, I was positive I had solve the poem. A waterfall stopped me from getting around the corner on my first trip up Pebble Creek. The water was too fast and high on my first and second attempt to go up a waterfall on Pebble Creek in the Yellowstone. As I returned from trip two back to my camping spot I was sure I was just 200 feet from Finn’s treasure. I just couldn’t get around a corner in a box canyon so narrow and water high that I was forced to plan to come back later in the year. Certain I was one of few who got within 200 feet of the treasure I was already planing my next trip. On my way out of the canyon I had campers asking if I had seen the bear that came by the camp site. I answer no and I was glad I had not seen the bear as a box canyon might not be a good place to meet any bear or big cat. There were a few bear prints on the creek but no other signs. Later in August when the Boise think tank came back to Pebble Creek I was glad to get the extra support. A good friend and think tank member named Kendrick came along and because he is as big as most black bears his presidency is greatly appreciated. He was very busy in and out of caves, waterfalls and found a few blazes.
Kendrick found one section that had the blazeyest blaze a treasure hunter could ever ask for, it was thirty feet high and a beautiful purple in color. We both got really excited when we saw a sulfur -yellow-colored creek with clear sparkling water running over it just before falling about ten feet. This fall looked on fire when the sun hit it with a bright yellow color and the clear water causing a flickering effect. This canyon is very cool with its steep cliffs of limestone and many small crevasses and caves. There were also many fossils in the limestone. Treasures old and new?
Pebble Creek is a well kept secret. In a park such as Yellowstone getting a campsite is very difficult and many wait a year to get a reservation. Pebble Creek is a first come campsite and most early mornings it has a few open sites. I camp outside the park in a National Forest campsite just north of Cooke and then drive to Pebble Creek about 6:30 am. There you go some insider info, hope it is handy in your future. Here is how I got there using the poem.
Camp site just outside north gate Yellowstone. Can you see Billybobs?
This doe came to say howdy.
I began it where warm waters halt (Warm Springs halts when it enters Pebble Creek) . I then took it in the canyon down. Really I went down highway 212 and turned into the Pebble Creek Campsite which is just up from the Lamar Research Center. Lamar Research Center was once the home of Ranger Brown a one time head ranger in the Yellowstone. From there it is NOT FOR THE MEEK. The beariest bear campsite in the Yellowstone Pebble Creek is a great area to look for bears. Later this very day I counted nine bears as I drove through the east part of the park. Three mothers each with two cubs. I digress. So I went up the creek found many blazes and got wet in the cold water several times but did not find the trove.
On the way back home on the third trip to Pebble Stone I though of the best solve ever. In the last few years I loved the idea of Forrest referring to the story of another adventurer named Ransome whom you can read about in several of my earlier blogs. In Ransome’s story he was brave by being in the wood (boat) while going through Yankee Jim Canyon on the Yellowstone river. There is a place that was once called Joe Brown’s Put-in just below Joe Brown’s ranch and WWH just above at Corwin Springs. I looked for three years and at least 15 trips in many areas around Gardiner with no luck. I did find a geo-cash but that is not much of a prize when you have the chest in mind.
My latest trip is tied to another great story maybe better than the true story. Really
I have a hard time believing that even Finn would not love being connected to Wahb. Who is Wahb, ask Fenn he’ll know. Fenn is connected to the Wild Bill Cody Center who had two of its curators go out to walk some of the areas Wahb the Grizzly Bear lived his life. Interestingly Wahb in his old age decided to take his own life when he had “done it and became tired.” Yep Wahb the Wild Bill Cody Center and the Yellowstone have a few things in common with Forrest Fenn. That is, both know about a very strange and beautiful place called Death Gulch and where Wahb ended his life. Wahb was old and hurting. The hot springs no longer work to sooth his aching body so he went to where he could sleep and never wake, Death Gulch. The top photo is one taken with me in the gulch.
Buy the book from the Wild Bill Cody Center Fenn would like that.
You want to get spooked Death Gulch is the place to go. Huge boulders made of quarts that look like swiss cheese with round holes cut by acid water, oily tar seeping up through puddles along the creek, dead trees standing like centennials, chard black from sulfuric acid drifting in the air and the bubbling waters of the hot springs changing from blue to a murky green. No chest but an adventure not soon forgotten.
Do you see a chest?
Ok, your turn drop a comment on us. What do you think? Did we miss something?
Ouch! $1000 dollar fine for helping a baby bisson was paid by some visitors of the Yellowstone. The tourist though they were helping an abandoned calf as they took the baby to the ranger station. But you don’t touch the animals as human scent on a wild animal can be a death sentence as it was for this unfortunate calf. Add this to your book of no no’s with no digging and don’t go where a 80 year old man can’t go and you should be alright in the Park.
Speaking of the Yellowstone it got rocked by an earthquake a week or so ago. It was a 4.6 so said an unofficial native to the area. Well no landslides and the roads are open so no harm. I don’t worry about geology in the Yellowstone the doomsday volcano isn’t avoidable so I spend my time making my bear spray holster for quick draw because I do respect their power and they are a real danger. I go alone just like Fenn did and I believe he went in September when the bears were probably a problem even for him.
I have officially given up on the treasure being in Yankee Jim Canyon. I don’t think it is near Joe Brown’s gold claim either. The artist Brown who painted Mammoth Springs doesn’t show me anything encouraging nor the Ranger Museum started by Ranger Brown nor his home in the Lamar Valley where Ranger Brown grew up. Bears in the Lamar Valley sometimes called Brown Valley for their sake is not where to put in. I have change my mind and have interpreted the poem in a new way. The following is a new approach and it is leading me to a different location.
In keeping with my attempt to make this web site viable I will discuss a new way of thinking about the poem. Fenn said he wrote it like an architect would design a building and so he did. Don’t get me wrong the poem is straightforward but the beauty is in the details in other words if you know where to start it is simple so says Forrest. Where is where to start? That is in the architecture. So where to begin is somewhere in the Rocky Mountains but not where there is a Brown it is where there are a lot of Browns; Brown family name, Brown Trout, Brown Bears, Brown Valley and of course the Home of Brown.
This photo was taken by me but one from a different angle was taken and placed in a National Geographic. That picture was entitled The Home of Brown. The one time head ranger of the Yellowstone grew up here in this cabin. His name Ranger Brown its location in the Lamar Valley sometimes referred to as the Valley of the Brown because of all the bears in this area. But before you guess I think the treasure is around here think again I gave this area up almost 5 years ago.
If my readers wish to guess where I am going next there are hints in my earlier writings. Stay tuned as they say as I am going to find out if I have solved the poem this time. If I can’t find it I will give my readers a chance to look but it is not for the meek. Meek is also one of the many features in Forrest architecture. Keep searching and enjoy the thrill.
Capt. Pappy is all about writing interesting and useable information about Forrest Fenn’s Treasure. I believe this blog is living up to that goal but in doing so there has been a lot of down time. Why? Nothing of importance has been coming up. I have noticed that from time to time this blog has been useful to other blogs out there. Great! Keep using anything you feel is helpful. I really get a kick out of seeing my words on other sites. Even some of my photos are out there. Perhaps one of my commits will be allowed on some of those sites. Readers are more than welcome to come and use my site as a resource or study guide but the thrill for me is getting comments. I will reiterate so far I have never blocked any comments and I would only stop comments that are hurtful or have distasteful language.
I have some exciting news will generate new traffic to this site. First a think tank formed in September 2015 here in Boise with members in Nampa and Boise are working in a group effort. Boise is a terrible place to live so stay way but it is only 6 1/2 hours from where we the treasure may be. This is a relief after coming up from Albuquerque where I was 17 hours away. We have also included an artist in Tennessee who may be gracing us with a new song about Forrest Fenn. This song when finished will be placed here so all fans of “The Thrill of The Chase” can listen and download. Capt. Pappy is excited to include others from Tennessee in the search. Maybe you can spot something from the Batman building in Nashville or donate some barbeque out of Memphis or how about a little white lightening to make the cold effort a comfort as in Southern Comfort.
So how might the tank help you. Here is the first insight coming out of the tank. If you have the book cover from The Thrill of The Chase turn the cover upside down and then lay it over the map in To Far to Walk and notice where the gold nuggets sit. The maps have to be overlapped using you own mental image. Now if you read through my many pages you’ll know what I think. Not bad for the first ten minutes the tank got together.
As a reward this new group of serious searchers took a trip from our home base through Yellowstone Park to a place along the Yellowstone River. Friday we left after work from Nampa and headed out on a scouting trip to the north side of Yellowstone and out the Roosevelt Gate. Interring the west gate at night in October is risky because weather can shut the park down. Luck and good karma prevailed and we were treated to a night of encounters with bison, foxes, elk, and a cat named bob not to be confused with Billybobs. We stopped four or five times just to watch the animals and later we arrived at the hotel in Gardiner. Here’s a hint what is Gardiner Island in Fenn’s book about? The morning found us treating ourselves to a breakfast buffet. It is consistent comes with the room and the best I have eaten in the area. Now if you have had better than the Best Western Buffet in Gardiner here is the time to comment. I like eating out when I travel so I comment on food occasionally.
Now the group was briefed on the day’s excursions which started with a recon of the west side of the Yellowstone River in the middle of Yankee Jim’s Canyon. This was my fourth trip to this particular area and I wanted the team to experience it firsthand. The gentlemen that came with me are young and can move about much better than I. Thanks to them a lot of area was covered. Here is our conclusion, the treasure is not at the notch in the Yellowstone River. New readers should read earlier pages to get caught up so they can confirm or reject our decision to mark this off the list. Now I had to fight off that terrible feeling that comes with the knowledge that you’re wrong about where you think the gold is and you don’t have a new place to look. Ugh! Luckily everything was new to my colleges so there were many other places to look. We went to Tom Miller Creek area and then to a nearby ghost town followed by an ancient Indian camp. Now remember that you cannot dig in most areas almost all areas but we did find some obsidian chips and a broken arrow head. There are also old trash dumps in the area that have old glass bottles and tins.
From there we took the Sphinx trail as I was hoping to show them a cabin about a mile and a half up. This cabin is old and not much left but it is next to a swamp and an old grave site. A few clues match up but best of all there is a tree with the number 10 on it at the halfway point. When we started up the trail I told my company that they should never run from if they see a bear. I told them a story or too to prove my point and encourage them to make a lot of noise while hiking. Pepper spray in hand and a song from my old military school days off we went. A myth about a Momma Bear who hangs out around the cabin was shared, a year before, while I enjoyed the best elk burger anywhere hands down. This is why I gave my warnings about bears. Days are short on daylight and we had to turn back before getting to the cabin or the tree. My brave companions wanted to keep going but walking in the dark is a very very bad idea. I used my old age to pull rank and insist that we get back. I learned the hard way thirty years earlier when a friend and I climb Wheeler in New Mexico. We ran out of light and had to walk the last two miles in the dark. I only needed to do that once. Anyway on the way back as Billybobs my 10 year old toy poodle and gold sniffer, enjoyed our next song while the other two in the party decided to check out a small crevasse about 30 yards off the trail. Approaching the spot where one of them left the path I see him running back to the trail as I started yelling don’t run. Don’t run! Don’t run and don’t run to me please! After he stopped I got my eyes off him and spied what I figured he was running from a bear. A big bear for a black bear and I thank God it wasn’t a grizzle coming around that tree and then turned to go up a hill. I yelled a little but it was obvious that this bear wasn’t going to bother us as she went up the mountain. I guess she wasn’t a myth after all. Hey all the way back I reminded my friend don’t run just to rub it in a little. We returned to the car feeling exhilarated and happy to have a new story to tell. Here is a word to the wise don’t run from a bear use pepper spray get big and make loud noises.
The next day we went to Sphinx Creek but this time we went downstream to the river We passed an old dump site on our way to the Yellowstone where we were to scout out the bank that wasn’t for Meek the Governor of Oregon.Read other pages to understand why Meek was on the Yellowstone. The fishing here must be impressive when the Browns run. The river at the mouth of the canyon has some very good looking holes. I figure Forrest could confirm my suspicions but if you have been reading my blogs you know why he never talks about fishing in the Yellowstone north of the park . That’s a hint.
So here we are at the place that I would like to add something relevant and new to the search. I have a new and better spot to look and this time I believe I will be where the blaze is. I won’t be looking for the blaze though. I think the treasure will be wet but it won’t be in a stream or river. Oh, here’s a hint, it isn’t in Joe Brown Lake.
Now it is your turn. Add a comment or a hint. Here’s a question that could use an answer or your opinion. Why did both Dal and Fenn said I think it will be found this summer. Came from their own blog last year and the year before. If I hear your reasons you think they said this I’ll tell you mine.
So you dogs of the chase keep the joy in your heart and a smile on your face. Happy hunting.
The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2015 annual report for this blog.
Here’s an excerpt:
The concert hall at the Sydney Opera House holds 2,700 people. This blog was viewed about 25,000 times in 2015. If it were a concert at Sydney Opera House, it would take about 9 sold-out performances for that many people to see it.