Forrest Fenn book The Thrill of the chase
An Update on The Thrill of the Chase and too far to walk memoir order.
It’s the Wednesday before the Superbowl. I call the Collected Works Bookstore and ask to be transferred to the shipping department. I nice young lady answers the phone and she assists me with my questions. “Hummm this is a big order, I think I have enough books in stock now to get this out. How’s tommorrow sound?” .
Thursday afternoon, as promised I get the notification that the order has been updated. I get two tracking numbers for the seven books I ordered. After 9am on Friday morning, I check to see the status of the order via the shipping carrier. It was to be delivered by the end of the day.
The boxes had arrived when I was away and they were patiently awaiting my return. I brought them into the house and took the first copy of The Thrill of the Chase down to my office. The book is nice and tall, about an inch taller than a typical 8×11 printer paper. I began reading the dust cover jacket front and back. I opened up the book and started looking for anything that instantly caught my eye.
Then, I remember the wise Forrest Fenn saying in an interview, ( I’m paraphrasing – but this is close) “You know what, you have that book there right in front of you, let me tell you how to do it. First read my book in the normal manner. Then, read the poem over and over, six, eight, ten times. Then read my book a second time, this time looking for hints sprinkled in the book that can be used to decipher the meaning of the clues. Anyone can find the treasure using the poem, reading the book and using a good map. All you need to do is read, think – and analyze the information. You can find the treasure chest.”
As fast as I picked up The Thrill of the Chase, I put it down. I moaned and told myself, today was Friday and I was on a mission to get things in order prior to the weekend. I needed to run a half dozen errands and then, as a reward, I could spend as much time as I wanted after that to read The Thrill of the Chase. After the myriad of tasks were complete, I walk down to the office once again and I pick this semi hefty book up. It balanced well in my hand. When I handle books I tend to do gingerly at first, trying to save the books pages and bindings. I took the dust cover off The Thrill of the Chase and placed it off to the side to keep that as pristine a shape as I could. I carefully opened up the memoir and my eyes darted from page to page.
I had to squelch my inner desire to instantly go into the analytical phase and instantly start trying to decipher everything I saw. Once I started reading a chapter of Forrest Fenn’s life, the impulse to do analysis first faded. I noticed that though there appeared to be a decent amount of pages, the memoir has plenty of scrapbook type photos and the base font used in the book was quite big.
I paused for a second and thought, if this was without the beautiful memories inside, and only included Forrest Fenn’s words, this book itself may only be seventy or so pages long. My eyes darted towards the clock and took note of the time. It was close to 9 pm and Friday had become a long day. I quickly told myself that I did not have much plans on Friday night nor Saturday so I should be able to read most of The Thrill of the Chase this weekend. I took focus back to the book and continued to read. I flipped a page and noticed the weight of the book adjusting. I looked up to the corner of the page as I watched pass and page 50 come into view.
I quickly rubbed my eyes, looked at the clock once more. It was approaching 930 pm and I put The Thrill of the Chase down. I stood up, stretched and I seen Smokie, the 22-pound cat sitting in the house at the intersection of the stairs and the entryway into my bedroom. I verbally greeted Smokie and I asked him if he wanted a late night kitty-cat snack. He swished his tail once, got up on the desk and I gave him a ration of his favorite treats. He looked at me as if to say “that hit the spot” and scampered off to find his water fountain.
Smokie relaxing after a third of a mile walk around the neighborhood. Yes we walk alot. LOL. He is in his small dog harness but sleeps in a large dog bed.
I picked up the Thrill of the Chase and like an after thought I said to Smokie, if he wanted to get up on the bed and sleep he was welcome. I left the door open just a crack. I got situated in bed and started reading the Thrill of the Chase once more. The heavy blankets and comfortable pillows, along with the ease of reading the book told me, if I wanted to effectively retain any of this memoir, it was be best to do so with a refreshed brain and body. I quickly looked at the unarmed alarm clock and it was past 1030 pm. OK fine, let me get some rest and see where Saturday will take me.
My eyes opened to a passing sound which was quickly fading. I instantly tried to replay the obnoxious sound back into my head to see if it merited a higher degree of concern. Apparently it did not and I sighed, looked at the alarm clock once more and a quick look toward the windows confirmed that it was still way before sunrise – it was 0130 (1:30 am). I sat up, attempted to strategically place my soft fluffy pillows in a manner that would quickly induce me back into the slumber I was enjoying. Nope. The immediate draw of the hibernation station has lost its immediate grip on me for now.
I sighed, yawned and turned on the reading light. I looked over to the ever diligent, now unarmed alarm clock, making sure it was sure it wasn’t miscalculating the time, and it was pretty much correct. I let my functions come back on line knowing that if I did so, I’d have a small battle on my hands to fall fast asleep before the bright light in the sky rises and the people and their over affectionate noise making distractions may once again interrupt my sleep pattern.
I picked up The Thrill of the Chase once more and took note of where the Collected Works book marker was. I got situated comfortably in bed and I decided to recommence reading the memoir. I took a quick break about 2:45 am and noticed that Smokie did in fact quietly clamber up on the bed and lay in a tight ball on his new blanket he received for Christmas past. I looked at the page at the end of the chapter I just finished and I was on page 103.
The Thrill of the Chase chapter, “My War for me” was well written, though I must admit, it was a bit on the long side. Since I didn’t have much sleep, I think the length of this chapter took its toll on my ability to stay up longer and finish The Thrill of the Chase in a short period of time. I quickly reminded myself that I had no time limit on when I was to complete the first reading of the book, so I placed it on the night stand. I felt Smokie adjusting himself on his assigned area on the bed, and I did a double take of him. He was in the same spot, only he shifted his rotation around. All I seen was a body, a camouflaged head which was almost upside down, and a partially open eyeball peering at my overabundance of energy at nearly 3 am which partially disturbed his sleep. I greeted Smokie a good night and shut off the reading light once again.
I awoke to another obnoxious noise. This time the playback quality was a little better. It sounded like some one knocking on the door. So I put my early morning garb on my feet and head to the door. It was some guy walking away. I peered my head out the door to hear, “I’m sorry, I just seen your no soliciting sign, I work for a soda company and I was wondering if you’re interested in some product?”. He is saying this as he heads out of the driveway and 40 feet down the road.
As he expected, I quickly shook my head as a gesture of feeling sorry for what just occurred and he took that action as a no and kept moving. I decided to look up at the clock in the living room and it reported that it was nearly 1030 am. I decided to break open a box of warm cereal and make a pot of coffee. I head down stairs to the office and place The Thrill of the Chase in the middle of the desk, surrounded by the requirements of life around it.
As I ate, I slowly read the memoir until I came to the last page. Since I have been “cheating”, trying to decipher the poem prior to the books arrival, and I hit the last word within The Thrill of the Chase, my immediate reaction was nothing. Nothing immediately stood out that was a blockbuster thought or idea. I weighed that feeling and chalked it up to trying to read the book in the evening hours, without much rest.
Honestly, I think that helped some, since the mind likes to analyze things on different scales, sometimes that dormant thought can come to life and help marry all of this into something incredible. Now as I sit here I am going to deviate from Forrest Fenn’s plan just a tad. I finished up breakfast and I am going to visit my notes prior to the memoirs’ arrival and see if I can meld the two together before I carry on and read the poem and then delve into the memoir once more.
Originally Posted on February 2, 2019