Photo Gallery, 2017 Pilar Recon, A Gypsy’s Kiss, The Hunt for Fenn’s Treasure, Shelley Carney & Toby Younis

Images: AGK Vlog Ep 004 | Actionable Intelligence

Here are the image I used in this week’s Vlog Segment on “Actionable Intelligence.”


Images: Raffle Drawing for the Bronze Jar at Collected Works in Santa Fe

Images: Cimarron Canyon Recon

Cimarron, translated from Spanish to English, means “Wild Place.”

Images: Rio Chama Recon

Images: Black Canyon River Run

Please click on any of the images to open it up in full-screen, player mode. (Note: I should mention that this trip onto the Colorado River below Hoover Dam from the Arizona side of the river had nothing to do with my hunt for Fenn’s treasure chest. The weather in New Mexico was crappy and the weather in Arizona was perfect, by Arizona in the summer standards. I hope you can live a little vicariously through the images. Although no where near as adventurous, I am always inspired by the YouTube videos produced and published by HannuYK.)

Photos: Pilar Recon #4

Pilar, New Mexico. South of Taos on SR 68 along the Rio Grande.

I am, for some unexplainable reason, continually drawn back to this area. It was populated by Puebloans as far back as 1000BCE. If “Brown” is a color, then the boulders in this part of the gorge make this the home of Brown. Odd to find a street sign with the words Aguas Calientes (plural), “warm waters.” Orilla Verde, “Green Corner.” Arroyo Hondo, “Deep River.”

There are petroglyps everywhere along the hiking trails.

While I was trout fishing this evening, an owl hooted loudly and continually behind me. Turning, I could see him perched in a small, dead tree about halfway up the far of the canyon.

I haven’t quite put it all together, but, there is mystery in the place.

No Place for the Meek?

Every once in a while, on this Forrest Fenn inspired chase, I find my self in a place that causes me, for just a second, to ask myself, “Self…what the hell was your senior citizen’s ass thinking?”

This is an abandoned mine in the Cimarron River State Park. Cimarron, loosely translated, means “…wild place.” Had where warm waters halted. Wasn’t too far, but had to drive. Put in below the home of Brown and concluded the mine was no place for the meek and all I had to do was walk/crawl to the end of it. At the entrance to the mine, I could see it was filled with water, so I went back to my SUV and put on my waders. Brought two flashlights and my camera with me.

Fenn has, on more than one occasion, said the treasure chest would not be discovered accidentally. After seeing the graffitti painted on one (right) of the two sides of the mine, I concluded this mine had seen more than casual activity and traffic through it, it had signs of recent mining, and…well…beer parties. Although I’m not sure why anyone would have a beer party in a cold, dark, wet, bug-ridden, abandoned mine up in the mountains.

But, the left side of the mine, I thought, had seen less activity, so I backtracked into that side of the mine. About 10 yards in, my flashlight caught a small cloud of mosquito-like bugs in its cone. I pointed my light up, and awakened the entire nest of eighty kabillion of the little monsters. Thankfully, I had covered myself in deet, so I wasn’t getting bitten. Nonetheless, it was a really interesting trip to the end of the tunnel as I fought the urge to run out waving my arms like a crazy man.

It didn’t strike me as the kind of place Fenn would “…throw his body on the treasure chest with his last dying breath.” Primarily because his last breath would have sucked in a bunch of bugs.

I can scratch this one off my list, and try to put the clues together again further down the canyon. I’ve got another 30 miles to work with.

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Images: Fenn at Moby Dickens in Taos, 02 Nov 2013