No place for the Meek – the Meek?

Many people are familiar with the old west explorer and fur trapper Joe Meek. Meek went into and wrote about Yellowstone Park.

So could his name actually be the “meek” in the poem? Forest Fenn didn’t capitalize meek in the poem, but we know that FF likes to bend the rules. Could it be that meek is a proper name and Brown was not?

As far as I can tell, the area of the park that Meek visited was near the Norris Geyser basin area.

From what I have read so far, Meek sort of entered the park “accidentally.” He was separated from his crew of travelers when the were attacked by native Americans. He eventually found the group and survived the ordeal.

It doesn’t seem like Meek really spent a lot of time in YS or made a big impact there.

It looks like Meek is really mostly associated with the Oregon area, and of course OR is not in the official map area.

So as of now I doubt that this theory holds up, but who the heck knows? Only FF knows…

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The Home of Brown – Part 2

After learning of Joe Brown in the Yellowstone (YS) area, I looked up the name for more information. I read that Joe Brown looked for gold in the mouth of a creek now known as Bear Creek. (And he found it!)

So off I went.

The creek was easy enough to find on the map. It appears to be north of the park, yet according to physical sign posts, it may actually be within the border of the park. Regardless, it connects to the Yellowstone River to the north. You can reach the mouth by foot if you travel along The Yellowstone Trail

Thanks to Google Earth, I was able to see the trail, but finding the start to it was another story. I decided to park in a lot to the west in Jardine. There was a sign for the Gallatin National Forest. I started walking east, hoping I could eventually find the right trail.

I soon ran into a sign marking private property, with a barbed wire fence. I didn’t feel like trespassing, especially since I hoped to walk back to the car carrying a huge treasure. So I walked south along the fence line. Eventually I found a sign post for the border of YS park. I was home free!

So I followed the trail for hours until finally I hit the bridge over Bear Creek, along the Yellowstone trail. The water was raging rapid white water, with huge boulders sticking out. No place for the meek to be sure. Even a name like Bear Creek might scare off the meek. What a thrill – I thought it looked perfect for the poem’s clues

The east side of the creek was a steep slope – not navigable on foot. The west side had a short trail, bordered by what appeared to be a man-made rock wall. So I dropped my backpack and walked up the trail – looking for a blaze of some kind.

I found what I thought look like the ideal spot – a bunch of rocks on the side of the bank that would make a perfect little shelter for the treasure and an eternal resting spot. There was a sign on a tree that was no longer legible. Maybe a wise person would recognize this as a blaze

But there was no treasure. Had someone beat me to it? This spot matched the poem clues and visually seemed perfect both in the water and on the shores. It was by far the best prospect I had found in person.

I scoured the area, but didn’t find any better spots. I walked as far as a person could walk. I know the water in June 2014 was really high and fast due to the vast winter snow melt, but it is hard to imagine crossing that creek safely any time.

Then I headed back west on the trail. At this point, I’m not sure that trail officially exists anymore. At one point I saw a sign showing the trail going another direction. I walked to the end of my trail – where I found another sign post marking the border of YS park. The trail literally starts and ends in the middle of the woods. That meant I had to improvise to get back to the car. I knew I had to go up, north, and west. At that point I didn’t really care about crossing through private property. It had been a heck of a day and somewhere I found the strength to push through and reach the car. Along the way I saw a shrub full of long brown fur, and walked above the river on a trail that probably wasn’t safe. Too bad I didn’t have a working camera

If you want to double-check this area, find a different starting point. Maybe to the east of the creek on the YS Trail. If the water looks dangerous, do not try to cross, other than using the bridge.

Upon returning home, I found some troubling and confusing info on our friend Joe Brown. I’m currently waiting for some research requests to be completed. If and when the new info is available, I’ll pass it along.

Until then, stay waiting on the edge of your seats!

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