It was only a few months after I began my journey on the Thrill of the Chase, when my phone began ringing and surprise emails came in with requests to interview me for TV Reality Shows, publications and participation in Film Documentaries, and most recently, requests to either join, partner up with or search others ‘solve’ for them, with contractual agreement.
One person in particular captured my interest, with his convincing potentially winner solve. His reason for not going to search himself was that he lived in a foreign country and had visited once to the site, though his trip was cut short for emergency reasons. We spoke and emailed several times before we made an agreement for me to search his location. I was given very detailed instructions. I enjoyed getting inside another’s mind which allowed me to ‘think outside the box’ and explore something different than I would’ve chosen. For me, it was only a 5-hour trip to central Colorado from Taos, and I ha several other places not too far from his X-spot to scout, so I thought this would be worth the journey.
Dedicated to the Thrill of the Chase, spurred by the fun of spontaneity, I always keep my daypack freshly stocked with water, snacks and all the other necessary supplies by the front door, ready to grab and go. So, after making our agreement, the following early morning, my Bodyguard/Photographer/Driver/Companion; Billy and I were off to Colorado to look for the treasure!
Billy had made lodging arrangements in a lovely log cabin on a picturesque serene lake, prolific with fish and surrounded by tall stands of pine. I felt inspired to remain there for months and write a book, maybe an album of songs, or perhaps a screenplay. We quickly unpacked and got settled in. Billy shook out a table linen and covered the kitchen table positioned in front of the picture window with a wide lake view. After placing a bottle of Chamucos Tequila, his garnet prayer beads, candles and sage on the table, he quickly grabbed his fishing gear and with a lilt in his walk, headed to the lake just 40 feet from our front porch. I sure do enjoy watching the happy little boy shine out in a man when he’s going fishing. I watched Billy cast his fishing rod out in the sunset colored water as I sprawled out the newly purchased map of the territory we were to search the next morning. I studied the area and made notes to our “X-spot” when my phone rang.
“Just watch out for the Bear!” said my Ghost Partner on the phone. What bear? I asked. “The Momma Bear that I had a stand-off encounter with when I was last there. She was very aggressive. She approached me and each time I stepped backwards, she stepped forward towards me. I think she must’ve had cubs that she was protecting. I hurried out of there and made it safely back to my car. Then I got the phone call from home and had to drive directly back to Cananda, and cannot afford to return. I was there just last week, and I am grateful that you are abel to continue looking for me and relieved to know that you have someone with you.” I was surprised to hear it was that recent that my Ghost Partner was searching. “Oh, don’t you worry about us, we always carry bear spray, and plan to go early in the morning when Bear’s are not typically out at that time looking for food.
At that point of the conversation, Billy was organizing his camera gear and within earshot, listening to the bear story. I saw a pale color and dead man stare come over Billy’s face as I was discussing the Bear situation. So, we made a list of important necessities to purchase at the local hardware store in the morning before heading out in to the wilderness…
To be Continued….