First: I have, and perhaps not for the last time, come to a conclusion that the nine clues in the poem are exactly in the following order, and that each complete sentence represents a single clue, i.e., “Begin it where ware waters halt and take it in the canyon down, not far, but too far to walk.” is one clue, not three. To wit:
Second: The first clue in the poem indicates that Fenn hid the treasure in New Mexico.
Third: The poem is not a map.
Shelley and I will explain it further in our next vlog, due on April 26, 2017. I’ll add the link to the video on this page, once the vlog is published.
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As the result of our visibility due to our investment in time and effort given to our Internet properties, including this one, we are often in receipt of emails from searchers who describe some or all of their solutions to us.
The most recent one included this sentence, “Forrest wrote 2 books, numerous scrapbooks, vignettes, etc. There are featured questions, weekly words, etc. He has given us a lot of information.”
Needless to say, that got our attention.
We respectfully disagree with the assertion, “He has given us a lot of information.” Amongst all that Fenn has provided, there is only one item of information that has provided any value to us.
This one – “I haven’t given a clue (that) I think was going to help anybody substantially.”
Those exact words were spoken by Fenn at the Collected Works Bookstore in October of 2013. I have (because I made) the video recording.
Thus, we do not believe Fenn has provided us even the most fundamental “actionable intelligence.”
If anything, he’s implemented a casual program of what we in the intelligence community would have referred to “tactical offensive counterintelligence, with intent.” That’s information promulgated intentionally to confuse an issue.
(It should be noted, though, he’s not doing it in an intentionally hurtful way – he’s doing it because he’s Forrest Fenn, he’s 86, he’s naturally mischievous, and he likes attention.)
Why does that make sense?
Because it is far easier for Fenn NOT to give us any information beyond what he’s written in The Poem.
Think about this: What, in terms of time and effort, would it take for Fenn to manage the process of providing an additional six years’ worth of “hints” or “clues,” enough to keep the effort going, but not enough to spoil his dream of being a topic of conversation a thousand years from now?
Remember what a big deal the “unintended clue” in TFTW turned out to be?
If you’ve managed to conclude (as a result of all that additional information he’s provided) that Fenn would like someone find the treasure before he dies, you’re wrong.
From Fenn’s perspective, there is no rational reason to provide any information beyond what he has in The Poem.
So, here’s a test.
Erase all your solutions from your mind.
Instead, start with this: You have The Poem, access to GMap4, and you know the treasure is hidden someplace north of Santa Fe in the Rocky Mountains. Bonus: You found the TFTW map online.
No books, no scrapbooks, no videos, no Fenn blog, no ChaseChat, no Dal Neitzel, no A Gypsy’s Kiss, no “Forrest gets emails.”
Now, answer this question: Where, exactly, do the warm waters mentioned in The Poem halt?
I was born in 1930, and have lived during times of great difficulty and great promise.
I am a man of the real world, and not an imaginary one.
I am a man of unshakeable commitment; to my life, to my work, to my service; but most especially, to my family.
I am a man of the outdoors, as was my father before me. From him, I learned to love and respect nature.
I am a man of the past and the future. The present is only a river-washed stepping-stone between them.
I am a man of words and letters. And, if I have to make up my own, I do.
I am a man of contrasts. Sometimes intentional, sometimes not.
I am a man of eclectic tastes and interests. Enough to fill more than a single lifetime.
I am a man of action and adventure, big and small, but, always with an objective.
I am a man of direction. I know where I am, where I’m going and how I will get there.
So…where would I hide a treasure if I had a treasure that wanted to be hidden?
I would hide it where the ancients and mountain men could appreciate and understand.
I would hide it in place that is magical in its simplicity.
I would hide it near my home, if my home were the mountains and along the river bottoms where dreams and fantasies alike go to play.
I would hide it in the past, and in the future. The present is only a river-washed stepping-stone between them.
I would hide it in The Place of Peace.
I am Forrest Fenn.