This is actually a part of my honor's project, so if you could be so kind as to include in your discussion these things:
Did you gow up in Saint Paul?
If so, what neighborhood are you from?
Are you a "transplant" to Saint Paul?
If, so from where, and what brought you here?
Are you from "across the river"?
How did you get involved in the Carnival?
Please describe how you think the Carnival reflects the Saint Paul culture.
How much do you know about the legend of the Carnival and the history of Saint Paul through the Carnival?
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fwiw...today I saw "geocaching for dummies" at the bookstore....just saying...not saying anybody is a dummy :sillygrin:
The cold. The clues. The camaraderie. The medallion that got away. As you warm up for the 2007 Pioneer Press Treasure Hunt, we invite you to share memories of past medallion pursuits.
We want to hear about it all. Tell us about coldest, snowiest, windiest hunt ever. Or tell us about how hunting for the medallion brought you closer to your family. Tell us about the closest you came, your best partner or your biggest Treasure Hunt regret.
Sum it up in 200 words or fewer and send it — along with any photos — to us via snail mail or e-mail. We'll publish a selection Jan. 21, the day this year's first clue is unveiled. To be considered for publication, entries must be received by Jan. 12.
E-mail them to huntmemory@pioneerpress.com or mail them to Treasure Hunt Memory, Pioneer Press, 345 Cedar St., St. Paul, 55101.
I had searched for the medallion, albeit briefly, when it was hidden in Cherokee Park in 1992 or 1993. I was living in New Brighton at the time and had searched fervently for the Stockyard Days medallion that summer though I didn't find it. Fast forward to 2004 and living in South Saint Paul...I had, for reasons I don't remember, decided to join in the hunt again...maybe it was the excitement of the Ice Castle that year. I was out at Phalen daily, digging in the frigid temperatures and copious amounts of snow. I distinctly recall sitting up on a hill, digging around a tree and talking to my sister, Julie (in Texas), telling her how much I wished she were digging with me. My sister WISHES she lived in Minnesota as she prefers the four-season climate we grew up in...she especially loves the autumn and winter!! It just so happens that the Winter Carnival was coinciding with the NHL Fantasy and the NHL All-Star game, and my sister is a HUGE hockey fan (in fact, all four of my teenage nephews play hockey). A few days of hunting passed...enter my daughter, Brooke, into the picture. I have always tried to get my two adult kids to go hunting with me but have yet to convince them that the fun of the hunt far outweighs the coldness of it. Brooke had called me one day after work to ask me where all of the cold-weather gear was because she had decided to go out hunting with me! I was ecstatic! I figured that my enthusiasm had finally worn off on her. We decided to meet at the Holiday station store on W 7th Street and then drive in the same car. Soon after I arrived at Holiday, my daughter whipped into a parking space (just behind where I was waiting for her). As she approached my car, she was dressed for work and informed me that she had gotten called in! I was so upset with her, asking "Why did you pick up the phone?!?! You have Caller ID!!!" Sh e apologized profusely but then said that she had brought someone else to go with me...and guess who appeared in full "hunting" gear???? My sister Julie!!!!!!!!!!! I was literally "deer-in-the-headlights" shocked for about 10 seconds, not believing that she was actually standing right before my very eyes, and then I began to scream with pure joy! I'm sure it was a full 30 seconds or so before it dawned on me to even get out of the car and give her a great, big sister hug! It was such a magical moment and one that I will never, ever forget!!!! You see, my sister had been afraid to fly and had not flown for 7 years (the result of having small children in addition to the memory of a horrendous, bumpy flight experience). It turns out that Brooke had set this entire thing up with her, convincing her that between the Ice Castle, the Treasure Hunt, and all of NHL events going on, this would be a great year to come to Saint Paul for the Winter Carniv al! Julie and I had so much fun that year...we searched for the treasure, visited the castle and ice/snow sculptures, went to the NHL Fantasy and All-Star game, and got our picture taken kissing the Stanley Cup!!! She's caught the fever now... Julie has come up for the Winter Carnival and Treasure Hunt every year since then to get her winter and her sister-to-sister-time "fixes", but I'll never forget the year that she faced her fear of flying and surprised me with the BEST and most unexpected surprise ever.....her face at my car window!!!!
:smile: (with a tear in the eye)
Nice writing too
but it's all true!!!! :sheepish:
Your story was great to read Becks - It was more emotional to see it in writing than the times I've heard it! very cool story and really great sister you have!
I snapped this shot about 5am just outside the Phamous Phalen mosh pit the morning after clue 12 came out. There were about 75 to 100 of us who stayed out and dug all night long in the pit. Daybreak comes and, as is the norm, the med is stepped on by a person who just showed up without any plan to dig. It wasnÂ’t until later when I was finally getting ready to hit the hay, after having no more than 3 hours of sleep for each of the last 8 clues, that I posted a couple of pictures of that nightÂ’s crowd of chaos. I forgot who pointed it out but thereÂ’s a blue reflection in the bottom right of the picture. And as it turns out, it was the exact spot where that guy stepped on it a couple of hours later to claim his prize. I didnÂ’t even think to look for the medallion from where I set up the camera because it was down by the path on the outside of the pit when the clues lead us to inside the pit. Rumor has it that a raccoon moved the green donut that contained the coin and ate it down by the path and left the medallion behind loose in the snow. The reason why we all thought it was a raccoon was because there was a dead one in a tree just up from the hiding spot. Poor little thing. I think it still had green frosting on its lips too
My Cooler Crew pals thought I should submit this photo of a very memorable hunt.
So somebody here has to find it, this time around.
That's what I'm worried about Nick. That a guy named Clue Master couldn't find a medallion if it was right in front of him while taking a picture of it. :sheepish: :sheepish: :sheepish: :sheepish: :eyeroll: :wink: (kinda reminds me of something an old pal on the pf news threads would say) :smile:
I'll submit it tomorrow
And I will make sure that I have the copyright of it. Thanks OT
I really love Posen's story- thats dedication and love for ya! And all absolutely true- I also have seen that with my own eyes... course it was after a coupla beers.
CM, take that picture down it brings back horrendous memories of a hole laced with green snow. :eyeroll:
How did I miss that?
I can only dream :eyeroll: :sheepish: :pbpt:
Hiya Scribs
To: NoColdFeet (3 of 13)
5071.3 in reply to 5071.2
Ah yes, the old raccoon ate the donut story. . .
BUT, as I remember correctly, it went like this:
Someone found a raccoon carcass while hunting for the medallion. They perched it on a tree and other hunters in this forum saw it and reported on it. After the PP reported that the medallion was hidden in an actual green donut from Krispy Kreme (a delightful snack for any foraging raccoon) did people start to wonder if the medallion wasn't found earlier because something ate it! (remember all clues pointed to Phalen, but were too vague to pin point the location)
Then the legend grew. . . the raccoon must have died by choking on the medallion! There were broken hearts all around and people thought of the poor raccoon sacrificing his life for the joy of the medallion hunt. Someone came up with a name: Ringy the Raccoon. (It was taking on a life of its own at this point!) Frogtown Kid then wrote a song about it, something like: "o o o I miss Ringy!" Although the ASPCA was on it, they found no evidence that the raccoon choked on the medallion.
Snopes.com now states that Ringy couldn't have eaten the green donut and choked on the medallion, because he was too decayed to have died during the hunt, and there was nothing medallion-like stuck in his throat (unless you count the thing that hangs down in the back of your mouth in the throat opening; do raccoons have those too?) Add to the fact that raccoons always wash their meals, so the donut would have dissolved. And raccoons love shiny objects, so it would have kept the medallion (thereby forfeiting the prizes)
The events you have read were true. The names were changed to protect the innocent.
Just having fun. :wink:
B
thats exactly why joe had to go back out to the park late that night/early the next morning and drop the new medallion that was found!
However a raccoon did try to eat me....
we saw a pile of furriness next to a tree, and decided to go and check it out.... I poked it with my shovel, and it made some noise... the next thing I knew - Steve was running away, screaming "dude! that thing moved! its alive!"....
I looked back at the raccoon, and it had rolled over, and was showing some teeth....
time to leave!
was also nearly eaten at Crosby, by some kind of animal-thing...
I saw a hole at the base of a tree, and decided to see what was in there...
a furry monster thing jumped out and tried to eat me...
what I learned: if its furry, dont poke it. If theres a hole, dont stick your hand inside.
http://www.thinkgeek.com/geektoys/plush/7cbb/
One for the memory books for sure
Thanks so much Jake for letting me share in that!!
So, by the Third clue, a past hunting peer of mine named Jake had pulled a $10,000 chunk of ice out of Hidden Falls. Absolutely fantastic work, Jake! I usually donÂ’t even leave the house to look until the Thursday of the hunt!
http://www.twincities.com/..../treasure_hunt/16529938.htm
With this record breaking feat of skill, zeal, and a little luck, a flustered Par Ridder announced to the mob during the awarding of the giant check to Jake Ingebrigston:
“In 1953, that was the second year of the Treasure Hunt, and the clues were written by my great-uncle Dan and my great-uncle Robbie,” said Ridder, holding the same small weathered chest his uncles once used to stash their prize. “What they did in 1953 is what we’ll do this year.”
At that precise moment the second medallion was being tucked away safely somewhere. They must have known I hadnÂ’t taken the opportunity to look yet and felt bad.
Tomorrow we'll actually do a bit more diggin'!