Of Fools and Gold

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It all started with a book, Coronado’s Children, that recounted (alleged) tales of forgotten treasures in the wilds of west Texas. I first came across it at an early age – maybe eight or nine. And I was immediately hooked, poring over old road maps, drawing anally-precise little Xs on the most likely locations of the concealed bullion and mislaid bags of stolen bank loot. From the sound of it, these riches were stashed in every hollow tree stump and under every rock pile in the region. So I began to scrimp and save, buying a cheap metal detector a few years later. Mail order, no less. I may have wet myself when it finally arrived; bright red control box and coil, a pair of adjustable dials to fine-tune for precise depths and metals (coins, nuggets, ingots), the detection meter with its bouncing needle – it was like a Geiger counter on steroids. I hurriedly popped a nine volt battery in and ran to the backyard.

But my glittering dream soon lost its luster, as every beep issued by my new toy turned out to be a bottle cap or rusty nail rather than the lost gold of the Incas as I envisioned. And I cursed the gods who saw fit to strand me in Michigan, a place seldom frequented by pirates or stagecoach robbers looking to hide their ill-gotten fortunes. I was convinced that if I could just get myself, my map and my electronic marvel to El Paso, then, like Ginger Rogers, I’d be singing “We’re In the Money.”

The metal detector is long since gone, and my one trip to west Texas was little more than a drive-through, though it did make me realize that there would be ample hiding places for a cache of cash in those miles of deserted, scrub-covered hills.

And now, along comes Forrest Fenn. A self-proclaimed collector and adventurer, he (allegedly) squirreled away a box of gold, gems and other trinkets somewhere amongst the rugged spires of the American west. And to help narrow the search, he’s woven a handful of cryptic clues to its whereabouts into several stanzas of mangled verse published in a book called The Thrill of the Hunt.

Nonsensical rhyme aside, this is the sort of thing I have waited for since those days in suburban Detroit, slowly sweeping that metal detector to and fro, listening for a telltale chirp in the headphones that would send me to my knees, garden trowel at the ready, giddy with anticipation over the bonanza I was about to unearth.

It would appear I am not alone. The story has been featured by The Today Show, Newsweek and NPR among others, sending hoards of modern-day children of Coronado into the hills looking for the prize, as many as 65,000 by one estimation. Fenn claims he did this to get people off the couch and outdoors again, so on that point he appears to have nailed it. But now the body count is starting to climb. A 54-year old from Colorado, by all accounts a ‘regular’ on the trail of Fenn’s treasure, disappeared in January of last year while poking around in the hills near Santa Fe, New Mexico. His remains were found several months later near the banks of the Rio Grande. Then another treasure-seeker’s corpse was plucked from the same river earlier this summer, and just recently a third turned up in the Arkansas River. Yes, they were all adults and yes, they died in pursuit of something they loved, but I also think it’s worth noting that Indiana Jones didn’t do his own stunts.

I doubt any of this is what Fenn, now in his eighties, ever expected. And before he decides to call off the hunt to avoid legal repercussions – by simply revealing the location of the gold, one would assume – I’ve decided to go have a look for myself. In fact, I already did.

It’s something I’ve considered ever since first catching wind of it a few years ago. Still, after scrutinizing terrain on Google Earth (stretching from northern New Mexico to the Canadian border) and convincing myself of possible locations, I didn’t head out with shovel in hand because, well, it’s not what grownups do. “I’m on a treasure hunt,” seems a foolish response when people ask what I’m up to these days. Especially considering my time might be better spent looking for a job.

Yet all the while, that excited kid digging for Spanish doubloons in the backyard has been asking, “What the hell are you waiting for?” Then my wife flew back to Michigan to be with family for the Memorial Day weekend, and suddenly I had several days all to myself. A quick calculation revealed that the odds of locating Fenn’s chest in roughly 300,000 square miles of wilderness were still slightly better than – at my age – finding employment, and my ‘search zone’ was only four hours from DIA, so…

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Wheeler Peak, New Mexico’s tallest

Okay, now I’ve come clean. Yes, that was the reason for my brief trip to New Mexico a few weeks back. But rather than singing like Ginger Rogers, my efforts prompted more of a Yukon-Cornelius-after-licking-his-pickaxe reaction – nothin’! Nothin’, that is, except for some pleasant hiking in the shadow of Wheeler Peak, a star-filled night and a camp meal fit for a king.

Barring my own reality series on the Discovery Channel, I don’t plan to make a habit of this – there are too many other things still to accomplish. But should the opportunity arise now and then, I might just mosey into the mountains for a few days, sleep on the ground, revel in a cup of hot coffee as the sun comes up, and take in the scenery. And if I find that other treasure I’ve been dreaming of all these years, well, that will be like icing on the cake.

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18 thoughts on “Of Fools and Gold

  1. We need to form a partnership. Give me a shovel and I will hit something.

    Whenever my wife asks me to dig a hole so she can plant something, I find treasure. Be it a brick, a piece of pipe, a foundation for a barn, I will find it. She recently asked me to plant a tree…and in the entire expanse of our ten acres, I hit the power line running to the septic system.

    It is uncanny, it is an amazing talent, I just need an excuse to dig where there might be gold.

  2. I see (usually men, usually of retirement age) people with metal detectors at the beach all the time. I don’t know if they find much, but I’m sure it’s the thrill of the hunt that keeps them coming back.

    Have you ever tried geocaching? It might be right up your alley.

    • Ha! I was going to ask the same thing, but you beat me to it. Geocaching is definitely mostly about the thrill of the hunt, though, not about what you might find. (It really is using million dollar satellites to find tupperware in the woods.)

  3. Did you ever take a look for the Lost Dutchman’s gold in the Superstitions — nobody’s found that mine yet as I recall from my days living nearby?

    • Jacob’s Mine was discovered in the summer of 1982 by a 16 year old from Tucson – the opening is extremely difficult to find, well hidden and very small, barely shoulder width – the inside height is roughly 5 feet by about 3 feet wide – gold ore was chiselled out of a vein – small enough to be transported in pockets, so as not to attract attention on the hike back to the car his parents didn’t know he owned – double checking to make sure no hikers could be seen or heard before entering or exiting the cave – trips were made in 1982, 1983 and 1984 without the knowledge of parents or others .. then again in 1990 and 1991 after he returned from military service – the gold was hidden away in a secret spot in the Sonoran Desert many many miles from Tucson’s civilized edge — over the years, small bits not enough to attract attention were sold off for cash – some of it remains hidden. Jacob’s Mine was found – just never reported ..

  4. So well-written. Pleasure to read.
    I think it’s good to take in an adventure here and there, and treasure hunting does seem to have perks even when no treasure is found.
    Perhaps you could get into Geocaching. It’s high tech, not enough time to wander around in the scenery or sleep under the stars, but it might provide you that buzz of adventure in ordinary life.

  5. I’m glad you got a chance to live out that childhood dream! (And also glad that you made it back alive to write this entertaining post about it.) Sometimes it’s the search that’s the reward, even when you don’t find the gold!

  6. When I was roaming around Kansas, following the old Santa Fe trail up and down barely-two-lane dirt roads, I came to a nice granite trail marker that had an odd green box tucked behind it. Yep, there it was: a geocache box. I opened it up and looked inside, but for whatever reason, didn’t even take a photo of the contents. I just closed it up, nice and tight, and thought, “This is what people spend vacations looking for?”

    It still strikes me funny that I literally stumbled over it. Every time I find real treasure, that’s how it happens. Finding Laffite’s treasure would be great (that’s the gold people down here search for), but I’m fairly well satisfied with what I do find.

  7. Try up the Pecos River NE of Santa Fe, as far as the road will take you… maybe around Iron Gate campground or others in the area… fantastic area, beautiful, and a great place to stash that loot! It could still be yours! 😉

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