I was born in 1930, and have lived during times of great difficulty and great promise.
I am a man of the real world, and not an imaginary one.
I am a man of unshakeable commitment; to my life, to my work, to my service; but most especially, to my family.
I am a man of the outdoors, as was my father before me. From him, I learned to love and respect nature.
I am a man of the past and the future. The present is only a river-washed stepping-stone between them.
I am a man of words and letters. And, if I have to make up my own, I do.
I am a man of contrasts. Sometimes intentional, sometimes not.
I am a man of eclectic tastes and interests. Enough to fill more than a single lifetime.
I am a man of action and adventure, big and small, but, always with an objective.
I am a man of direction. I know where I am, where I’m going and how I will get there.
So…where would I hide a treasure if I had a treasure that wanted to be hidden?
I would hide it where the ancients and mountain men could appreciate and understand.
I would hide it in place that is magical in its simplicity.
I would hide it near my home, if my home were the mountains and along the river bottoms where dreams and fantasies alike go to play.
I would hide it in the past, and in the future. The present is only a river-washed stepping-stone between them.
I would hide it in The Place of Peace.
I am Forrest Fenn.