Always be Open to Possibilities

Form the Expedition!

There’s a fairly well-supported story about some silver bars buried in haste by a group of padres and soldiers up around the Flagstaff area – well, in the foothills of the Sierra San Francisco, anyways, which some folks put up by Flagstaff. Names, of course, are slippery things, especially when we are talking centuries and cultural divides which used to be a lot more pronounced way before newspapers and the internet came along. Knowing the real location of the Sierra San Francisco in the time of the massacre and caching is of course part of the trick of the historical and treasure hunting game. In fact, I’ve got several examples where the modern “Rand McNalley” name is way off, and the right kind of sleuthing has put me on to a very different geography than most would assume. This is exciting, because it speaks the right way to one of my fundamental questions: “if it is still out there, then why would the others have missed it?” (this works in science and engineering, too, by the way)

Anyways, keeping your Eye tuned in to all possibilities is very important, and while it is good to always visualize and imagine your main goal, being open to whatever may come your way that you don’t already expect is also highly recommended – and maybe even as or more exciting than what you were looking for in the first place! Here is one of many cases in point I could present, the selection of which was made on the basis of being able to include a pretty picture and not also give too much away. I’ll say that the bars yet remain elusive, but another exciting find was already made in their pursuit.

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Imagine for a moment, the wind whipping through the low scrub as the only sound other than your panting breath and the slight crunch of soil beneath your loping gait…
 
Ears and nose and eyes straining for signs of animal threats; the chances remote, but the consequences potentially very high…
Eyes and inner senses also alternately seeking, probing, for expected tell-tales and unexpected signs of an event shrouded in the mysterious swirls of time and long-gone memories…
The snowy peaks standing starkly off in the distance somehow adding to the chill in your bones, though their craggy heights are yet far afield…
The area you are exploring, so small on the map, so vast and humbling in person; the piercing blue sky, stretched to infinity above…
 
The cold realization of the unforgiving and primal environment in which you are now immersed, only a few miles, but yet so far from the safety of your truck…
Then, a glint, a glimmer. A few chipped pieces of exposed color sprinkled here and there, the remains of stone-working by unknown denizens of an ancient, bygone time…
 
And the visceral, creeping, coalescing reality that you are, and have been, surrounded by a seeming untouched field of geodes like these, laying everywhere, just poking out of the surface dirt…
 
Several so large that they are beyond moving…
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This is actually as close to the experience of this discovery as can be put to paper!
 
One can only hope that there is a yet unnoticed discovery of a similar nature out there waiting for you, too… for that’s the treasure! That moment of discovery, that realization that you are the first, at least in a long time, to realize the uniqueness and context of the ground upon which you stand

 

Good luck. It’s out there

 

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