the impossible poem

As I sit beside my secret spot…. I find myself staring at the sky. It’s the sounds that remind you this isn’t a postcard. However, today I chose to water down the sound with the music from a river runs through it. I watched little jj whittle some wood, carving out a new best friend for his hikes to find treasure around this special area. He’s hooked.

I think Forrest Fenn searchers in particular have Mr Redford’s voice in our heads: “I am haunted by waters”. I think I understand what it finally means. The mountains really do call to us. They beckon us with every cascading creek along a rocky shore. The views invite us; we know they exist, if only in our imagination. There are few- yet very real places- where imagination loses to whatever force is in charge of the universe. My spot is one of those places.

What causes a little boy to have the urge to take a stick and poke the stream? What intrigues him about the force of nature meeting the force of man? Curiosity I suppose. But curiosity killed the cat. And cats have nine lives. I have no idea where I’m going with this …

The impossible poem has been relaunched and we are now two days in. It will end on October 14th if no one finds the loot. I have been keeping an eye on my secret spot. After about a year, many think they know where it is. I guess there’s only one way to find out.

Throughout the last year I have been interacting with searchers and have enjoyed every single conversation. This hunt renewed my faith that searchers at their core are just starved for adventure. Hopefully my hunt has brought back a little thrill since “The Chase” ended (?). I invite you to bring the kids, bring the friends, bring the significant other. Enjoy my secret spot with someone you love. And maybe pay it forward. It’s been a pleasure. And yes…. There will be more to come.