Forrest’s mansion in Taos

He really did buy a mansion. It was the mansion of Leon Gaspard a famous Taos artist for those who aren’t into art. There was a big lawsuit that Forrest had to take part in, but he ended up owning it and then having to remodel it to bring it back to it’s glory. Here are some clippings below that talk a bit about it.

gaspard

Gaspard sold farm

gaspard selling

gaspard purchase

Gaspard pruning

Gaspard gallery

gaspard exhibit

Gaspard Blackman Inheirited 2

 

The Thrill of the Chase store is open

Before I get people asking if they can really buy these things….umm, it’s a joke ;-)

bustours

The Thrill of the Chase Bus Tours
We take you where the treasure isn’t.

dal shirt

I’m with Dal

double omega

The Double Omega

drawing board

Back to the drawing board

gift card

Stage Coach Inn gift card

growblaze

Aspens grow with FF blaze
already on tree

lousy

lousy shirt

Stephanie's GPS

Stephanie’s GPS
I seriously got this idea when I tried to use it back in Illinois and realized all the locations in it were from out West.

Map of Not There places

 

The Running Man

The Running Man

 

Peacemaker's Dehydrated Water. When your dying of thirst.

Peacemaker’s Dehydrated Water. When your dying of thirst.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Bob Haworth song and blog post about meeting Forrest

You can read it originally on Bob’s site here 

The Thrill of the Chase

Posted by Bob Haworth on March 4, 2011, 4:20 am
Message modified by board administrator March 9, 2011, 12:09 pm

Wow – I’ve been on a wild ride for the past few weeks! Back before Christmas I received a call from my friend, Irene Rawlings, the author of the book, “Sisters On The Fly.” I had met Irene last year after she heard my song about this all-cowgirl camping club and asked if she could include a portion of my lyrics in her book about them. Subsequently, I sang my “Sisters On The Fly” song at her book signing event here in Denver last May where I got to meet many of the “Sisters” who were in attendance. (link tohttp://bobhaworth.com/rvsongs.html or go to “RV Songs” on my main menu.)So Irene was calling to tell me about another book written by a friend of her’s named Forrest Fenn. This book is a memoir of Mr. Fenn’s life and it’s called “The Thrill of the Chase.” Irene suggested that I might consider writing a song using that title, and so she had Mr. Fenn send me a copy of his book. What an enjoyable read it was! He’s a good writer, among his many other talents.Basically, “The Thrill of the Chase” is the story of Mr. Fenn’s life, told more or less accurately according to his recollections. He grew up in Texas in the 1930′s and ’40′s, spent his youthful summers with his family up in Yellowstone, then went to Viet Nam as a fighter pilot and got shot down a couple times, but lived to tell about it.

After the war he started an art gallery in Santa Fe, NM, with hardly any knowledge about art or business. Despite that, he quickly gained a reputation as a source of high-quality artworks, selling to the monied elite of the world. As his reputation grew, so did his business and he is now a multi-millionaire living comfortably retired in Santa Fe.

Mr. Fenn has led an amazing life, as documented in his memoir. A decorated war hero, successful art dealer, archaeoligist, writer – you name it, he’s done it. He’s amassed an impressive fortune and someone once admonished him saying, “You can’t take it with you.” To which he replied, “Then I’m not goin’!” But now at age 80, he’s decided to leave something on this planet as a legacy. So he hatched an idea to hide a million-dollar treasure (actually 1.2 to 1.4 million, he told me)for someone to find someday. He bought a beautiful antique box, filled it with gold nuggets (some as big as your fist!), coins, silver ingots, Indian artifacts and jewelry and hid this treasure chest somewhere in the mountains north of Santa Fe. In his book he gives a number of clues as to where to find his treasure and there are several people out hunting for it right now. Meri and I are toying with the idea of taking a couple weeks to pack our camping gear and go on a “chase” for this prize ourselves.

Fascinated with this story and the man behind it, I penned my song, “The Thrill of the Chase.” As I was constructing the lyric I would send Mr. Fenn my ideas, verse by verse, and he wrote back with a few ideas of his own. I decided to use most of them and I’ve credited him with co-writing the lyrics.

This past weekend (Feb. 25 – 27), at Mr. Fenn’s invitation, Meri and I drove down to Santa Fe to participate in a book signing event featuring Mr. Fenn and two other authors, Douglas Preston and Michael McGarrity. The theme of the night was “treasures”, as all three authors have written books about the subject. It was fascinating to hear these gentlemen discuss their books, their writing techniques and the different treasures they’ve written about. I closed the evening with a live rendition of “The Thrill of the Chase”.

Mr. Fenn is donating all the proceeds from his book sales to a young cancer patient, yet to be named. I’m hoping to soon have my song, “The Thrill of the Chase”, available for download here at bobhaworth.com and I’ll also be donating the proceeds from my sales to Mr. Fenn’s charity fund. In the meantime, you can purchase Mr. Fenn’s book athttp://www.collectedworksbookstore.com/.

I’ll be back with some more stories about our fascinating weekend with Mr. Fenn and his family down in Santa Fe. I’m hoping to be able to upload some photos of our trip as well. Stay tuned…

Re: The Thrill of the Chase

Posted by Bob Haworth on March 9, 2011, 1:16 pm, in reply to “The Thrill of the Chase
Message modified by board administrator March 10, 2011, 4:03 am

So, back to my story about our trip to Santa Fe. We decided to rent a car to save wear and tear on our little Jeep, and we left Denver after my show on Friday afternoon. We had a very easy drive down I-25, arriving in Santa Fe around 9:00 Friday night. After checking in to our comped room at the Inn At Loretto (a beautiful hotel in the heart of Santa Fe’s museum district) we had a great night’s sleep, anticipating the weekend ahead.The next morning we hooked up with Mr. Fenn, Irene Rawlings and her partner, David Foxhoven, for breakfast. Then we went with Mr. Fenn to check out the Collected Works Bookstore where the book signing was to be held that night. On the short drive to the bookstore I popped my CD of “The Thrill Of The Chase” into the car system and got a thumbs-up on the recording from Mr. Fenn.Later we all gathered at The Shed for lunch. There we met Mr. Fenn’s friend, Barry Peterson (a CBS new correspondent) and his partner Mary Nell, who were also guests for the weekend. After lunch we followed Mr. Fenn out to his home and met his lovely wife, Peggy for the first time.

As an amateur archaeologist, Mr. Fenn has collected ancient artifacts from all over the world, but his specialty is Southwest Native American culture. In fact, he owns a dig site south of Santa Fe that encompasses an ancient Indian village and the remains of a Spanish fort. His office is filled with history, the walls covered with relics of all sorts, from stone axes to bows and arrows, pottery, Indian clothing, beads, etc.

He also has a walk-in vault (as big as a bank vault) where he keeps his most valuable treasures. In the garage is a work-room where he restores pottery and catalogs the bones and other artifacts that he finds. Everywhere throughout his house are priceless works of art, including paintings valued at over 1 million dollars.

The grounds include a very large pond surrounded by bronze sculptures as well as an out-building where Mrs. Fenn does weaving. Mr. Fenn pointed out a depression running through the ground in one area and identified it as part of the original Santa Fe trail – running right through his property!

After a tour of the house and the grounds, Mr. Fenn sat us down at the kitchen table and brought out a wrapped gift for Meri. With great wonder she opened it up and found an antique tin tobacco box. Inside was an amazing array of valuable trinkets including rare old coins, Indian jewelry and beads, arrow heads, an Egyptian ring that’s over 1000 years old and a variety of other interesting items. Mr. Fenn gave us an explanation of every item in the box and we later determined that the contents are probably worth well over $1000.00!

After our very pleasant visit, Meri and I returned to the hotel to get ready for the evening. The book signing was well attended (over 100 people) and afterward Mr. Fenn’s family and friends returned to the hotel for a nice reception. The hotel had prepared a special drink in his honor, (called The Thrill of The Chase – now on the hotel’s drink menu) and a dessert that was a chocolate treasure chest. The sides, bottom and top were squares of chocolate. The top was a lid that opened up to reveal a yummy mousse topped with little candies to give the impression of pearls and jewels. Also attached was a gold-foil-wrapped chocolate coin. I played a few tunes for the guests and then we called it a night.

On Sunday morning we all met at the Fenn home for breakfast and conversation. Mr. Fenn presented Irene, Mary Nell and David’s sister, Marty, each with treasure boxes like the one he’d given to Meri the day before. Everybody emptied the contents of their boxes onto the kitchen table and Mr. Fenn proceeded to identify each item. The contents of each box was different, but everything was valuable to a greater or lesser degree. The thing of greatest value, though, was the generosity and friendship of this most amazing man, Forrest Fenn. We could have sat for hours listening to his fascinating and endless stories.

At one point, someone asked if we could get a tour of Mr. Fenn’s old art gallery downtown. The gallery is now under new ownership, but he still has access. In fact, part of the building that houses the gallery is the former living quarters where the Fenn family lived for many years. There’s also a guest house (where Barry and Mary Nell were staying) that has many stories to tell. Some of the famous people who’ve stayed there include Jackie Onassis, Cher, Steve Martin and now, Barry Peterson.

We all caravaned down to the gallery and after touring the living quarters and guest house, Mr. Fenn took us outside to a fenced area with a huge pond surrounded by beautiful bronze sculptures from famous artists (most worth hundreds of thousands of dollars.) Mr. Fenn informed us that he used to keep two pet alligators in this pond that he would hand-feed. He had a special rock that he’d stand on to call the gators up for lunch and he claims he never got bit.

One day he hosted a fund-raiser in this beautiful garden for a gentleman who was running for Governor. The candidate was addressing the crowd from the very rock where Mr. Fenn fed his alligators, and the critters, perceiving the figure on the rock as the source of lunch, approach the rock with mouths a-gape, to the great shock and astonishment of the guests, as well as the candidate. The gators are long gone, but this little park still retains the charm of imagined days-gone-by.

Finally, the road was calling Meri and me, as we wanted to get back to Denver before dark, so we said our goodbyes. The trip home was very easy and pleasant – great weather all the way and hardly any traffic. Meri and I spent the whole trip home talking about what an amazing adventure we’d had.

As you may know, I’m writing my own memoirs in a book called “Tales From The Roadside.” The hard part about this project is trying to decide when to stop writing and publish the book. As stories like this keep entering my life, I want to include each one in it’s own special chapter. And this story ranks right up there with the very best adventures of my life!

Here’s a link for the song 

Re: The Thrill of the Chase

Posted by Bob Haworth on March 9, 2011, 2:47 pm, in reply to “The Thrill of the Chase
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THE THRILL OF THE CHASE
Music by Bob Haworth
Lyrics by Bob Haworth & Forrest Fenn
© 2011 Three Cats Music, BMI

SOME ROADS LEAD YOU NOWHERE
SOME ROADS LEAD YOU HOME
SOME ROADS LEAD TO TROUBLE
NOT ALL ROADS LEAD TO ROME
SO MANY ROADS I’VE TRAVELED
WHO CARES WHERE THEY MIGHT END
JUST LOOKIN’ FOR THE NEXT ADVENTURE
UP AROUND THE BEND

CHORUS:

IT’S THE THRILL OF THE CHASE
THAT KEEPS ME RUNNIN’
THE THRILL OF THE CHASE
THAT MAKES ME FREE
AS FREE AS THE WIND RUSTLIN’ IN THE PINES
I’M CHASIN’ A DREAM, I’M CHASIN’ RAINBOWS
CHASIN’ THE MIDNIGHT SUN
IT’S THE THRILL OF THE CHASE
THAT MAKES ME RUN

DON’T WAIT FOR TOMORROW
THE MOMENT DOESN’T LAST
THE WORLD IS OUT THERE WAITING
THE DEW IS ON THE GRASS
OUR DAYS ARE SURELY NUMBERED
WE CAN’T GO ON & ON
LIKE GYPSIES IN THE FIRELIGHT
WE’RE HERE & THEN WE’RE GONE

REPEAT CHORUS

BRIDGE:

DESTINATIONS – EXPECTATIONS
SPECULATIONS – ANTICIPATIONS
EXPLORATIONS – FASCINATIONS
BORN OF WILD IMAGINATION
MOTIVATIONS – STIMULATIONS
COMPLICATIONS & FRUSTRATIONS
INSPIRATIONS – JUBILATIONS
EVERY DAY’S A CELEBRATION

SOME WILL HUNT FOR TREASURE
WHAT DO THEY HOPE TO FIND?
MY TREASURE IS MY SOULMATE
OUR HEARTS ARE INTERTWINED
BUT AS THE YEARS ARE PASSING
I’VE COME TO REALIZE
IT’S REALLY MORE ABOUT THE CHASE
AND NOT SO MUCH THE PRIZE

CHORUS:

IT’S THE THRILL OF THE CHASE
THAT KEEPS ME RUNNIN’
THE THRILL OF THE CHASE
THAT MAKES ME FREE
AS FREE AS THE WIND RUSTLIN’ IN THE PINES
I’M CHASIN’ A DREAM, I’M CHASIN’ RAINBOWS
CHASIN’ A POT OF GOLD
IT’S THE THRILL OF THE CHASE
THAT KEEPS ME FROM GROWIN’ OLD
IT’S THE THRILL OF THE CHASE
THAT MAKES ME RUN

Here’s a link to information about Irene Rawlings and stories with Forrest from her site.

Mysterious writings 6 questions

This just came in and I’m excited to put it out there. There’s a wonderful writer that has her own blog and she asks people 6 questions. If you don’t already know…she asked Forrest 6 questions as well as two of Forrest’s good friends…Suzanne Somers, and Doug Preston. Well, she asked Dal and I each to answer 6 questions and I’m excited to share them with anyone who might be interested.

http://mysteriouswritings.com/six-questions-with-stephanie-owner-of-whats-a-blaze-blog/

http://mysteriouswritings.com/six-questions-with-dal-neitzel-owner-of-the-thrill-of-the-chase-blog/

Send Forrest a postcard on your search or from your home town.

I haven’t told anyone this(not even you Dal ;-) , but after reading a blog on Forrest’s web site about Amelia Earhart and the lost art of writing letters….I decided it would be fun to send Forrest postcards during our searches. I thought with all the new searchers that maybe it would be fun if you guys sent some to him too. I think really cool if the kids that tag along on the treks are a part of writing some as well.

Most gift shops have stamps for them if your already out and about…other wise pack up some stamps for your trips. Here’s an address you can use to get them to him.

Old Santa Fe Trading Co
P.O. Box 8174
Santa Fe, NM 87504
I think it will be so much fun to see how many he gets and where they’re from. Might want to include a postcard from your beginning destination too!!

Information about Forrest that might help you in your search

I had found where it was mentioned that Forrest had spent a week or two in Sheridan, Wyoming every year by himself. While looking, I came across some other interesting things and thought I will post them here and continue to add to it.

This talks about him being a member with them.

http://www.uwyo.edu/anthropology/_files/docs/bltn-9.pdf

This shows some of his famous arrowheads which I believe were bought in Idaho.

http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/nova/ancient/ancient-clovis-cache.html

http://www.splendidheritage.com/CollectionDocuments/SHFennOb.pdf

This link talks about how Forrest would take a room each year to spend time in Sheridan, Wyoming.

http://www.splendidheritage.com/TitlePages/FennTitlePage.html

Here’s a link with Forrest’s account of his being shot down in Vietnam.

http://www.85fis.doncondra.org/Forrest%20Fenn%20Story.htm

If Forrest was a pirate like Captain Kidd

I think if Forrest felt like Captain Kidd, that maybe we should try translating the poem into “pirate speak” and see if it conjures up any new ideas in our minds. So here it is….now say it in your best pirate accent….don’t forget to laugh at yourself when your done, because a total stranger just had you talk to yourself *hugs and love*

As I ‘ave gone alone in thar
‘n wit’ me treasures bold,
I can keep me secret where,
‘n hint o’ riches new ‘n ole.

Begin it where warm waters halt
‘n loot it in th’ canyon down,
Nah far, but too far t’ walk.
Put in below th’ ship o’ Brown.

From thar ’tis no ship fer th’ meek,
Th’ end be ever drawin’ nigh;
Thar’ll be no paddle up yer creek,
Jus’ heavy loads ‘n water high.

If ye’ve been wise ‘n found th’ blaze,
Look smartly down, yer quest t’ cease,
But tarry scant wit’ marvel gaze,
Jus’ loot th’ chest ‘n go in peace.

So why be it that I must go
‘n leave me trove fer all t’ seek?
Th’ answer I already know,
I’ve done it tired, ‘n now I be weak.

So hear me all ‘n listen good,
Yer effort will be worth th’ cold.
If ye be brave ‘n in th’ wood
I give ye title t’ th’ gold.