FENN’S POEM

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I  know that this may be hard for some people to swallow, just take it with a  glass of juice.

If you are beginning to look for Fenn’s treasure in the Rockies, good luck. I would love to point out a couple of things. If you have immersed yourself in thinking that he has hidden secret codes, numerology, GPS coordinates, astrology or any other off the wall meanings somewhere, keep thinking that. You’ll never find it.

The answers are in the poem. Yes, he put clues in his book, The Thrill of the Chase, it was in his stories. You can take your super powered magnifying glass, and scour every photo in the book. All you will find are larger pictures.

I’ve had dozens of emails with individuals giving me gps coordinates as to where the treasure is and if I would look for them. My question was always the same.”How does that work out for the poem?”. The response would be similar to, “he was hinting of coordinates and altitude. Just look”. I wouldn’t waste my time.

If through research, you can’t make the poem work right in your solve, plain and simple, it won’t work. Just by assuming a location is the home of Brown, what about the rest? You think you found Brown and now figure out the rest when you get there? Save your money unless you live right near your spot, or you have unlimited resources.

Or how about the Blaze? You think it’s a waterfall with the sun shining on it at noon? A big owl in a tree? His blaze is his personal trail that he marked along the way. You will know it when you see it.

Okay. So what if you solve the poem, find his blaze, and the chest is gone? I guess someone found it and didn’t tell. I believe that some individuals can keep a secret!!

Good luck.. Keep searching.

Haha. Come on guys stop the email. Share your thoughts. Not everyone is a critic.

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Treasure Poem (a pirates booty)

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Here’s the way:

Tis a treasure of gold and silver bars for the taking,
Collecting bounty galore whilst on the trip I was making.
Jolly Roger flag and pin for the vest,
With coins and jewelry to add to me chest.

Far from the sea,with no sails for to travel,
I’ll hide me treasure amongst the rock and the gravel.
A clue was left,somewhere easy to find,
For if I grow old and want to visit sometime.

Tis rich in history and stories abound,
Deadlights find the way,with Boots on the ground.
So kick up your feet and have ye some grog,
My biggest hint,I was there in me blog.

Or see more at http://dalneitzel.com/2014/05/31/more-booty/

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THE BLAZE

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This “F” was chiseled into a rock, somewhere below the home of Brown. It has been there for a number of years and I am thankful no one discovered it. Life is good today. Everyone keep looking!

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It’s a Dogs Life

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This is in response to all of you that have emailed about “my puppy”. His name is Saban. Yes, all you Bama haters, I named him after Nick Saban.
Saban was born Thanksgiving Day almost two years ago. He is 18 months old, and has turned into a great traveling companion. He loves to hunt for the chest, and is anxious for the next road trip.
Here’s his timeline:

Too cold here Too cold here

It's cold in New Mexico too

It’s cold in New Mexico too

Getting warmer on the way to Safford,Arizona

Getting warmer on the way to Safford,Arizona

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Trying to help out the beaver

Trying to help out the beaver

I don't think Georgia O'Keefe is here anymore

I don’t think Georgia O’Keefe is here anymore

I am not pulling this.

I am not pulling this.

Time for reflections

Time for reflections

So where's the crowd? I can sing and dance!

So where’s the crowd? I can sing and dance!

Looking for Butch and Sundance

Looking for Butch and Sundance

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I've heard about Kansas and Toto. Let's go......

I’ve heard about Kansas and Toto. Let’s go……

I'm home,tired, leave me alone. Wake me for breakfast.....

I’m home,tired, leave me alone. Wake me for breakfast…..

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Outlaw Canyon

Red Wall

Red Wall

Well,here was my solve..

Gone alone in there with my treasure bold. I would ask myself, where would he “go in bold”? Outlaw territory.

Begin it where warm waters halt. Dull knife massacre. Indian tears, warm waters. Canyon down, outlaw canyon in Barnum outside of Kaycee, Wyoming. Not far, but too far to walk from the site.
I figure FF has a little bit of renegade in him, and I could see him, his buddies and Skippy playing outlaws. He makes reference in his book to Robert Redford, who played the part of The Sundance Kid.

Home of Brown. Arapahoe Brown had a ranch on the Buffalo River, in fact it is still the Brown Ranch. He was murdered and his body was found in the river behind his ranch.

No place for the meek, no paddle up your creek. Up the Buffalo River,you will pass Sheep Creek, (meek),the end is nigh, (you come to Castle Rock), heavy loads and water high, (you are at Steamboat Rock). At Steamboat Rock, the Middle Fork River comes out. Middle Fork is blue ribbon trout stream that flows through outlaw canyon. He (FF) references being middle child, and one of his scrapbooks showed his drawer of neatly organized forks. Well, I followed Middle Fork looking for his blaze. No luck. Doesn’t mean it’s not there. I didn’t walk it all. The weather was uncooperative. I will go back in June. A topo map will show the area and it is not a great distance at all. There are two places on the road to outlaw cave where you can stop and gain access to Middle Fork and fish. Easy one day hidey spot. Anyway, that was my solve plain and simple.

Maybe he parked here?

Maybe he parked here?

Middle Fork River

Middle Fork River

Outlaw Cave

Outlaw Cave

Keeping lookout from the cave.

Keeping lookout from the cave.

Not for the meek.

Not for the meek.

Time to go!

Time to go!

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Every Day Is a Sunday

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Since today is Sunday, I thought it might be a good time to share some hidden secrets in the mountains.
I personally believe in the power of prayer. I grew up attending Catholic School, and my parents always had us 5 kids up and ready for Sunday Mass.
Now I’m not going to preach about religion, because we all have different faiths and beliefs. For me personally, the older I get, I seem to spend more time in thoughts and prayers than I did in my younger years. I’ve become more patient and so much more appreciative of the simple things in life. (Oh my God, I sound like my Dad)

Anyway, while I was at Abiquiu Lake, I ventured a little north to Santa Fe National Forest in search of a good fishing hole. While driving north on 84 I came upon Ghost Ranch, where Georgia O’Keefe stayed as a guest. More about that on another blog.

Following a forest service road, alongside the Rio Chama, 13 miles to the end, I was delighted to see Catholics in the desert.20150412_125102

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This Jewel in the desert, is run by Monks. And miracle of all miracles, they brew their own beer! (More of that for another time). I went into the chapel, said a few prayers, left a small donation, and headed back. I felt peaceful.

Sunset at Abiquiu Lake

Sunset at Abiquiu Lake

While at Abiquiu Lake, I had befriended Clarence, who was a manager for the corps of engineers, in charge of the damn below the lake. I mentioned to him my discovery of the chapel, and when he realized I was Catholic, he told me of a place I had to see. It was a privately owned chapel and hand sculpted bronze statues of The Stations of the Cross. He indicated it was further north on 84, and since I would be going that way upon my departure, it was definitely on my list.

The directions Clarence had given me, put me in the general direction, but not exact. “It was before Cebella, by some store you turn right, but I don’t recall the name”, he said to me.
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I stopped in this little store, to get directions, in hopes that they knew what I was looking for. Well, sure enough,the road I wanted was directly across the street. If you are ever out that way, it’s county road 306 off of hwy 84.(More on the store and Anthony the owner later).

So. As I had stated earlier, since today is Sunday, for all you Catholics and non Catholics as well, I will share with you this incredible work in pictures. More on the man who did this later.
The Stations of the Cross:

1. Jesus is condemned to death

1. Jesus is condemned
to death

2. Jesus takes up the cross.

2. Jesus takes up the cross.

3. Jesus falls the first time.

3. Jesus falls the first time.

4. Jesus meets his mother.

4. Jesus meets his mother.

5. Simon helps carry the cross.

5. Simon helps carry the cross.

6. Veronica wipes the face of Jesus.

6. Veronica wipes the face of Jesus.

7. Jesus falls the second time.

7. Jesus falls the second time.

8. Jesus speaks to the women.

8. Jesus speaks to the women.

9. Jesus falls the third time.

9. Jesus falls the third time.

10. Jesus is stripped of his garments.

10. Jesus is stripped of his garments.

11. Jesus is nailed to the cross.

11. Jesus is nailed to the cross.

12. Jesus dies on the cross.

12. Jesus dies on the cross.

13. Jesus is taken from the cross.

13. Jesus is taken from the cross.

14. Jesus is laid in the tomb.

14. Jesus is laid in the tomb.

15. Resurrection of Jesus.

15. Resurrection of Jesus.

The pictures don’t do justice to the actual beauty of it all. There’s more!!
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Leaving A Trace

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When I was at Rio Chama, the wind was up, the water was up, the fishing was terrible, so I decided to make a little fireplace with a hearth. It took just a tad more than a day, but it was fun. All you need are rocks, good river clay, and water. What was really cool, was the neatest rock I have ever seen. I believe it is truly one of a kind. See for yourself, it has a cactus growing from it!
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I had to do a double take when I first saw it. I hope I’m safe, since I didn’t dig up any plant. I just picked up a rock!! Well, all for now. More to work on for the next blog. Next one will be mostly pictures.

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Fire,Full Moon and Reflections

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Well, here it is,Saturday the day before Easter. Our family always gets together down in Destin,Florida every Easter. This is the first time in over twenty years that I haven’t been. Maybe since my dads passing last year I just haven’t the urge. I’ll still see everyone Christmas anyway.
Sitting here on the Rio Chama, on such a beautiful night,gives me time to reflect on where I’ve been, and some of the wonderful people I’ve met.
There was Jeff from Wisconsin. I met him down in Arizona at Coronado. He was at the gem show with his girlfriend over in Phoenix . He builds wooden kayaks and plans on building a catamaran. The pictures of his work was incredible.
While here at Rio Chama, I met a nice young couple from Santa Fe. Andy and Heather. One late afternoon, Andy invited me for some fajitas later. I accepted his invitation. He started a fire, and giving time for the coals to settle in, he thought he would try some fishing. He hadn’t caught anything off of the bank, and was wanting to fish the other side of the river. The water was deep with a gentle current from the small release of the damn further up stream. I offered Andy my fishing kayak, and he was very thankful. I brought it down to him, where he loaded up his pole and night crawlers and started to paddle across to the other side. Heather and I started some small talk while keeping the fire going and at the same time keeping an eye on Andy. After awhile, he came paddling back, without any luck fishing. Calling out to me, he said he would take the boat back down to my site. I informed him that it was rather rocky, and the bank was steeper, and it might be easier to put out at his site with a beach type shoreline. He wouldn’t hear of it. He said I was kind enough to loan him the boat, the least he could do was take it down to my campsite. Who was I to argue? He said he’d be right up, have some beers and start the fajitas. Heather and I continued on small talk, when all of the sudden “SPLASH”, followed by an unhappy sounding “Uggh”. I look over and Andy is up to his head in the bone chilling water. Well, all I could do was laugh first, and ask if he was alright, as he crawled up the bank with his teeth chattering like a mouth full of chicklettes. I had to laugh some more. He was downright freezing. He went to his tent to dry off and put on some warm clothes. He never came back out. Heather was a little upset, because she was ready for fajitas. I was too. After several attempts on her part in trying to get him up, it was to no avail. The beers took their toll on Andy. You’d think that the cold dip would have sobered him right up. My invitation for dinner wasn’t going to happen, so I told Heather good night, headed to my campsite, lit a fire and put on a couple of hot dogs. Sure was looking forward to a fajita.

The next morning, Andy is good spirits and tries to apologize. “No need to” I said. He then explains, that upon his insertion into the river he lost his knife from its sheath, and if I would look to see that maybe it was in the kayak. It was not. We scoured the bank and rocks with no luck. Andy was not too happy since it was a sixty dollar knife. I told Andy I had a retractable magnet we could try to use along the bottom of the river bank. The only problem was that the magnet only extended about sixteen inches and the water was at least two feet in depth. After some pondering, I thought I could use my hiking stick, duct tape the magnet to it, and that would give me at least five feet to work with. (It’s always handy to travel with duct tape)
Andy held the magnet to the stick and I wound the tape around them both. I put the magnet end in the water, and started working it slowly,back and forth, around the area Andy took his baptismal plunge. After a short while,I hear a “click”. I pull the stick up and guess what is holding to the magnet? I am proud to say that Andy was reunited with his sixty dollar knife. I like happy endings.

Well,as the fire wanes down, so do my thoughts. Happy Easter all!!

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Southern Arizona

Wow. Can’t believe it has been four weeks, but I’m having fun discovering new places. After the cold in Santa Fe, I decided to head south. Pictures speak volumes… 20150302_150726
Saban thought it was too cold also, so he didn’t venture too far. The view was great, just bone chilling cold.20150302_151151

Sometimes you stop and wonder.

Sometimes you stop and wonder.

So, South we go…20150303_09592120150303_11394920150303_135222
Heading towards Safford, Arizona was a dissapointing site. A complete mountain gone, for the sake of mankind. 20150303_173226

Gila Box outside of Safford.
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Just hiking along, when all of the sudden, Saban is barking and looking up. I thought I was in another place! 20150322_082647

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These things look half baboon and squirrel. Wonder if they taste like chicken? Next I hope to see a Chipacobra. Ha!

Then it was off to the Black Hills.20150325_13480620150325_141402

Well. Still so much more to show, but time to go. Am now in the mountains north of Santa Fe at Abiquiu Lake..

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