Looking for Lewis and Clark-1

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    • Hi Deb! A while back on Dals blog somebody mentioned three areas and was trying to make a connection to them. Kansas, New York and Philadelphia. Maybe it was cluesfromphilly I don’t know but anyway the connection is Buffalo Bill. Of course Cody grew up in Kansas, lived in Rochester, New York and his best friend, Charles Trego lived in West Chester, PA just 25 miles west of philly. Cody and Trego have a lot of history together.

      west CHESTer


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    Bob – So, then,…do you think the answers to where TC is located,…are somehow revealed in those photos,…which Forrest may have taken with a new 1947 Model-E camera?

    E- I think it’s quite obvious from the cover of TTOTC that somehow photographs are related to a pile of gold. Treasured memories that last a lifetime. To be passed on to future generations that tell a story. The story of ones life of our daily struggles to earn money (gold) to survive and hopefully a little bit more than that to do the things we enjoy. Our free time, of freedom.


    • Hi Bob, well I hope you had a good weekend?
      I have no idea what its all about. I can guess but that would just be silly of me. Until I figure out how to read that old coots mind, ( which isnt likely) I will remain in awe and searching for the answers.

      Now dont be offended when I call Forrest an old coot, its a term of endearment. He probably laughs when he sees that. πŸ™‚


      • Hi Deb! Yes great weekend! I suppose to get to be an old coot one must have been a young coot to start out. FF’s school days could describe a young coot I guess. Lol
        At the beach this weekend, I stumbled on to a cold water geyser here in Florida. A youngster showed me how to make it erupt.


  2. Twice on page 59 Forrest mentions that he was 16 years old when he decided to go looking for Lewis and Clark. 1947, summer. The popular camera for still photography at that time was the Brownie box camera. The photos of he and Donnie in the Gallatin National Forest (treasure chest) were probably taken with one of these. On page 61, the caption for the photo reads- “I knew enough to be still and watch the trees, after I took this photograph.”
    Using his look quickly down unit, the brownie camera, he took (take) photos of the Gallatin Forest (the chest) and he and Donnie made up and went home friends once again. (And go in peace)


  3. pg61, “so I applied some mountain man wisdom to the situation. The sun comes up in the east and we thought out was south so that made it easy, except that south was over the highest mountain we’d ever seen.”

    Forrest and Donnie went looking for Lewis and Clark in the Gallatin National Forest. The highest mountain there is Granite Peak. The journey out starts here, as well as the poem. At Granite Peak is Granite Glacier, on the north slope. Since out was south and the highest mountain they’d ever seen was in their way, they were looking at Granite Glacier. This is WWWH. (Read about how glaciers are formed from melted snowfall to ice).

    Their journey home was downhill in any direction.(canyon down)

    pg63, “we were 50 miles from where we started and Donnie was in good spirits again,”… Not far but too far to walk, on horses.

    Granite Peak is no place for the meek with names of places like- “Froze-To-Death Plateau” and “Avalanche Lake”.

    pg62, “then his right stirrup broke and and he had to ride on one foot”
    This is the end is ever drawing nigh. The nigh side of a horse is the left side where Donnie had one stirrup.

    pg62, “gradually, that little stream got narrower and narrower and deeper and deeper until it developed vertical sides that nothing could get through except water.” This is no paddle up your creek.

    The blaze is lightning, the horse.
    pg63, “we finally loosened our grip on the reins(wise) and the horses took us to a dirt road.”
    Their quest did cease.
    Tarry scant marvel gaze is the photo that Donnie took on pg62 of Forrest and the horses high in the mountains.

    “I’ve done it tired, and now I’m weak”
    Forrest did it years ago, but can’t now.

    Your effort will be worth the cold
    If you are brave and in the wood
    I give you title to the gold.

    Looking for Lewis and Clark in The Thrill of the Chase, is title to the gold.


    • Bob – Now I get what you meant,…about finding the “treasure chest” and not the bronze box. Finally,…someone posts a solve that rings of the truth to me. Bravo! πŸ™‚


      • Bob – Here’s that story,…for those like me,…who do not have TTOTC book:


        “Surely the rippling brooks would be grateful for our company and the grizzlies would understand that we were just exploring the area and meant no harm.”

        Yeah,…right,…you tell yourself that, Forrest! They were on horses, though,…which as I mentioned before,…is helpful. And doesn’t the phrase “done it tired” sound like something John Wayne would say,…upon dismounting his horse,…after a grueling ride???


          • Deb – Thank you so much for your expression of appreciation! As long as the Grizz,…and my lack of funds,…blocks my path,…I will continue to share my thoughts on these blogs,…hoping that something I say might help someone else (well,…on the blogs I haven’t been BANNED from, anyway!). But I would like to hold to my original plan,…to arrive at Forrest’s door,…with the bronze box in hand,…and my TTOTC and TFTW books,…newly purchased at the Collected Works bookstore,…ready for his personal signature. It’s a dream I have,…that just won’t die. Thank you for your lovely offer, though. πŸ™‚


    • Bob –

      Good post ! We are still sooooooooooooooo many miles apart of what we believe – and that’s OK – I don’t want you in my spot anyway – πŸ™‚

      I do believe this chapter is loaded with hints. The horses are a giant part – and perhaps a saddle.

      Also our new friends that have posted here recently – didn’t even have enough basis for their search. I’m sure they had more to tell – but, I feel every chapter in TTOTC has something to do with this chase. This chapter could be a close second to “MY WAR FOR ME”.


    • Bob – I saw this comment,…over on Dal’s blog:


      “Brave and in the Wood. Another play on words. Gallatin National Forest, where Trail Creek leads into. Galla(n)t (brave) in Forest (wood). Clue 9.”

      That goes with your comment:

      “Forrest and Donnie went looking for Lewis and Clark in the Gallatin National Forest.”

      I liked that play on words. Maybe that searcher wants to come play with us over here,…on Mike’s blog, too? πŸ™‚


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            Oh Boy – now – over there – we have Ricky Nelson saying he knows exactly were to retrieve the TC. Maybe he does – most likely he doesn’t .

            I used to like Ricky Nelson.

            Don’t you think it’s the fall nip in the air – bring out the hoopla.



        • inthechaseto – Maybe it is the thought of the roads being closed,…with all the snow I think the Rockies will get this year,…that is driving searchers to distraction?


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          Ahhhh – the roads

          Let me tell you about the road – of course that depends on which road – well, it’s not good so maybe I’ll just pass on that. My poor jeep has been thrashed, tosseled, water logged, and rattled enough. One more bolt missing and I sure she will just fall apart. We named our ole jalopy “Bertha” after a friend of my dads, who survived a flood. And good ole Bertha has been good to us, so we keep her and take care of her.


        • Hey Bob –

          You know how there are no hooves on the buffalo that FF made? Well, look at the photo in the book with Cody pulling the front end of the car – no hoof on the back leg either. So don’t say I never gave you a clue to your spot. πŸ™‚

          Maybe you will see some hooves – here ………..



        • Bob – OK,…thinking about “home of Brown”,…or “hoB”,…or “HOB”,…or “Hob”,…or “Old Hob”:



          “The pirates come out, unprepared and unawares, we catch ’em in the crossfire, send them down to see Old Hob.”
          ?Mullroy to Murtogg[src]

          Also Old Hob; archaic nickname for the Devil. [2] Mullroy spoke this name prior to the battle on the HMS Dauntless,[7] possibly as a reference to Davy Jones, the devil of the seas.

          See: Davy Jones,…and his heart,…locked within the Dead Man’s Chest,…and buried on an island:



          • E- I STILL like the brownie camera for home of brown. It was small like FF’s boyhood home. In the midwest, where I grew up too, a small house was known as a crackerbox. They had shutters….Get the picture?


          • Oh yes –

            Brownie Model E* is a higher-quality workhorse of a camera – made to last – pretty cute too.

            I sure would go with that Bob – πŸ™‚


          • Bob – So, then,…do you think the answers to where TC is located,…are somehow revealed in those photos,…which Forrest may have taken with a new 1947 Model-E camera?


          • E- I don’t think the camera he used was new. Usually on adventure, I take older equipment that can get knocked around or abused if need be. The camera used on he and Donnie’s adventure was probably a few years old.
            And yes, I see treasure in every singe photo in the memoir TTOTC.


          • E- yes that does look like an omega!

            Got a minuite? I can tell you how you catch trout in a swollen muddy river. True story- I was fishing Bennett Spring State Park in the Ozarks of southern Missouri, a typical day, my daily permit fastened to my shirt casting a white rooster tail spinner. Nice weekend day and as usual, the river is crowded with fishermen. A storm blew in an a shower came with it . Everybody heads for their cars to wait it out. Including me. Sitting there in my car I noticed a small steam, at first a trickle and then grew larger and was washing dirt and debris into the river. The river muddied where the stream flowed in. I got an idea, I cut the spinner off my line and tied on the tiniest hook I could find in my tackle box. I had a 4″ scented worm and hooked it right in the center. Then attached a tiny split shot sinker 6″ above the worm. I dropped the worm in the muddy stream, opened the bail and let the stream carry it into the river. Keeping the worm in the muddy water, not letting it drift into the clear water. Holding loose line in my left hand, I had to twitch the rod tip to free the sinker when it hung on the bottom. Letting out line slowly, slowly, twitch, twitch. I’m wearing a poncho because it’s still raining and the guys held up in their cars are watching me. And…BAM! The line is jerked out of my hand… I fumbled to crank the reel to close the bail! Wow fish on!!! Good thing my drag was set light, I didn’t even see the fish take it. I couldn’t see anything in the muddy water at all. I reeled in a nice little 12″ rainbow, the good eating size. Had to gut him he swallowed the hook. I was too slow on the set. I caught a couple more and then of course, slowly some brave ones got out of their cars to see what I was doing. In later years fishing at Bennett, I would pray for rain. To clear out the newbies and have the river all to myself.


          • Bob – Thank you for that well told fishing tale! I wish I had read it, though…before my first trip to my favorite camp,…where there was a 3.5 hour intense thunderstorm,…on my third night of staying in a small cabin there. The next morning,…I went out to watch the fly fishermen at the place where the creek meets the river (which I had done on my first two evenings there),…and the creek and river were that same Hershey’s chocolate brown,…that you saw in my link photo. They told me they weren’t going to even TRY to fish that day,…that the 17-20″ Rainbows,…that were clearly there the previous days,…evidenced by their catching them,…wouldn’t be able to see the flies. I think you must have a very high I.Q., Bob,…like Forrest said,…or maybe you speak Rainbow???


          • E- well I don’t know about an eye-que but I will type this much, on my search to Thermopolis at the Greybull there I wanted very badly to sink a worm there at the rainbow terrace. That river beckons me and I swear I will return someday. There are huge fish in those waters I’m sure. May have to upgrade to 4lb. As vision is limited in deep water. And the scented appeals to nasal delights rather than visual. Big fish demand big bait. I think FF would agree, he’s a big one and slippery too.


  4. I believe the sketch in the Teachers With Ropes chapter is a hint to what was called the ropewalk. Lewis & Clark found out the hard way that rope was a vital component for their expedition. It’s in some of the more obscure literature about the expedition but it’s there.


    • So JJ, do you think a rope will be necessary in your search? Using a rope doesn’t fit in to my search/spot/area…
      It is amazing though how much stuff (potential clues) we can sift out of all our reading/research.


    • for those who are looking for a Brown related to YNP, there is a Brown ( person ) author listed after
      9 year home of the Rocky Mountains subtitle.


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