the impossible poem

I am compelled to update that, as of this post, there is a searcher within 5 miles of the location of the loot. I cant help but be reminded of when I was first botg looking for Forrest Fenn’s treasure. I was on my way to Colorado with my best friend, Paul. And there was hesitation- from Paul I mean. While driving away from civilization, he asked that I put into written word what I was yapping about vocally. Below, is the beginning of the email I wrote to keep a record, as we made our way towards the Rockies. It wasnt until I was done writing it to the man next to me, that I realized I should just write Forrest himself. Because we were driving, you’ll have to excuse my typos- even though I wasnt driving (in the email to Paul, I mean).

Paul questioned the solve more and more as we got closer and closer into the state of Colorado. This guy. I work on a solve for an entire 5 months, we’re but 5 hours into this drive, and he’s already telling me how I have absolutely lost my mind. I asked him, did you even see these red lines? He – and I shit you not- tells me “Bro, I’ve looked at two lines of that email and said ‘ who fucking knows”. Ill admit, its one of the nicer ways to tell me to stop talking about my solve (little did I know at the time). And he was driving, so how could I really be mad? It was at this point in our quest- I decided to change things up.

You see, at the time we planned this trip- it was closer to the ‘before covid’ times. Our goal was a guys’ trip across the UFO hotspots around the country (or UAP’s as the man wants you to say now). Think Donnie and Forrest, but with Google Maps and Travis Walton- and no facemasks. Instead of a direct route to our spot in Colorado, I suggested- out of the blue- we visit Snowflake, Arizona. Snowflake is north of Showlow and southwest of Winslow. Yes, that ‘Winslow’ from the Tim McGraw song.

On November 5, 1975, Travis Walton was working in the Apache-Sitgreaves National Forest. Walton, according to his five fellow loggers after a long day’s work, was frozen in place by a beam of light with a high pitched buzz- emanating from about 100 ft in the air. He was then somehow injured by this experience within a matter of seconds. And to his friends- was now likely dead. They sped off down a rocky road, that would flip a Ford Focus into the canyon floor like the train in Back to the Future 3. Travis was gone, but the friends had to deal with the aftermath.

Multiple polygraphs later, all but one of the 5 loggers passed their tests. Except for this one guy, Allan Dallis, who somehow kept getting ‘inconclusive’ results. Go figure. Point is, shit… What was the point? Oh, right, Paul and I were on our UFO quest, then a Fenn quest… and now with his disbelief in hand, I veered us back to UFO’s. So off to Snowflake we went. But I couldn’t help from talking about the rest of my solve….

I wont bore you with the details… I’ll let those who open the images have that fun. Suffice to say, I was now the one driving… And after the trip to the Walton abduction site (another story for another time)… we made our way north, towards the solve.

With one last check of final details (as requested by me- not Paul) we had our goal in sight:

Except one problem happened…. It was June 5th, 2020. And rumors were flying that the chest was found. I can recall Paul swinging his head towards me as we coasted up into the Rockies “Get the fuck outta here bro, didn’t you just email Fenn like 3 days ago?” Indeed I had.

This was something neither of us could wrap our heads around. I would come to find out, about 150 other people who emailed Fenn around this time shared the same direct misery as I had. After a call with my father, he and I (Paul I mean) pressed on to my solve: one of those 3 x’s. I’ve shown on the Fenn discord what we encountered after crossing a heavy load/water high (iron plank across the Uncompahgre), but I’d be remiss if I didn’t allow myself one more indulgence:

Either way- we were just like everyone else. A day late and a dollar short. But hey, I at least had enough of a story to tell to all of you (with a secret or two saved for the winner of the fly hunt). Paul and I learned a lot on that trip. My only hope, is that even you’re 5 miles, or 500 miles away… you learn every time. Oh! also, we ended that trip at Skinwalker Ranch, again, a story for another time.