Police in northern New Mexico contend they’ve recovered the physique of a Colorado priest who left last week while acid for buried treasure.
The fortune, dark somewhere in the Rocky Mountains, has lured many value hunters. And Paris Wallace, of Grand Junction, may be the second person to die in the search.
Police contend Wallace told family members he was acid for a buried value scarcely 50 miles north of Santa Fe, New Mexico. But when he reportedly unsuccessful to show up for a assembly last Wednesday, they grew concerned.
Millionaire Forrest Fenn hid that value in 2010. Two years ago,he review the poem that he says binds clues to the plcae of a chest containing value fit for a bandit — bullion coins, changed metals and other artifacts. Its accurate dollar value is not famous — some contend millions.
It was dark somewhere in the Rocky Mountains.
Fenn told Petersen that he hoped his value would spirit a suggestion of journey for those seeking it. “I finished it tough [to find] deliberately,” he said. “If it was easy, anyone could do it.”
But Fenn uttered regard for the reserve of those looking for the value he buried, giving Petersen an critical clue: the value is not dark in a mine. “A lot of these old mines are dangerous,” he said.
But fortune-hunters have apparently put themselves in harm’s way nonetheless.after he went looking for the value along the Rio Grande.
In this latest case, Wallace’s automobile was reportedly found nearby the Taos Junction Bridge in New Mexico. Police tell “CBS This Morning” they found profits in his automobile indicating he’d purchased a wire and reserve at a internal store.
A ripped wire was located a brief stretch from that vehicle. It had been stretched opposite a run of the Rio Grande. A physique was recovered 5 to 7 miles downstream from Wallace’s car.
On Sunday, Fenn gave a matter to “CBS This Morning”: “My heart and my prayers go out to his family and his church…. It is such a tragedy.”
As we have left alone in there
And with my treasures bold,
I can keep my secret where,
And spirit of cache new and old.
Begin it where comfortable waters halt
And take it in the ravine down,
Not far, but too distant to walk.
Put in next the home of Brown.
From there it’s no place for the meek,
The finish is ever sketch nigh;
There’ll be no paddle up your creek,
Just complicated loads and water high.
If you’ve been correct and found the blaze,
Look fast down, your query to cease,
But tarry meagre with marvel gaze,
Just take the chest and go in peace.
So because is it that we must go
And leave my trove for all to seek?
The answers we already know,
I’ve finished it tired, and now I’m weak.
So hear me all and listen good,
Your bid will be worth the cold.
If you are dauntless and in the wood
I give you pretension to the gold.