Post by dianaprince on Jan 7, 2020 15:32:05 GMT -5
In case you have been switching tabs like crazy as I was, here is the full text of all eight clues. Happy hunting!
Clue #1
Thank you for joining, all treasure-loving friends
To begin our hunt, let’s start with the end.
Stand in the wood, before a many-trunked maple
Though small in stature, a New-England staple.
Seek nearby, reach into a crack,
A meaty hand may hold you back.
But that is the spot where you will bait
A painted stone with numbers eight.
But first to the pages of Trove you must go
The story of treasure will lead you to know
The answer to puzzles, codes, and clues
One lucky reader will win the jewels.
Clue #2
I found an owl’s head tucked away,
Salt water breaking by the bay.
A dinosaur’s print like a rock-hard cake
A falling mine, an emerald lake.
A pointed light, a natural bridge,
A tassel top, an oak on a ledge.
When on the ground, I reach to pick,
A disposable razor gives a nick.
So why not a wolfe, or a snake in a den
For recreation now and again?
A father’s direction does not always state
The place in which the treasure awaits.
Clue #3
At 19 it began with a college boy,
An alchemy of love.
Those scrambled clues inside of me,
secured in a berm, a guarded cove.
But the Hollywood end game would not
come to pass until chapters more advanced.
Five numbers needed to solve this one,
and math-this writer’s worst class.
Clue #4
A dawn’s provoker she may be
With a call to wake the dead.
Though carrion she gobbled,
Red herring are also fed.
Or maybe not, for clues and treasure
Have many meanings, yes?
For a flawless answer you must know
The place of a great tempest.
Clue #5
Four appear in the pages,
Spare, summer, song,
and another.
In all her different stages,
She watches us like a mother.
Clue #6
The drinking age
The weight of the soul
Tarot trump cards
Minus the fool
A winning hand
Signs in a book
The point by which
You are hopefully hooked
Clue #7
With longing for a bigger world,
A yearning heart aspires.
When intolerant of boundaries
And a father’s loss of fire,
I have a place that calls three times,
The third to ease the tired.
Grant it can’t make wishes true,
But it holds these natural desires.
Find a spot that mimics this.
Through a giant magnifier,
A place where one can contemplate
The power of those much higher.
Clue #8
You’ve likely come miles, sagacious one,
And it’s time to return to the start again.
The difference is 284,
Not a number you knew before.
A confirmation of your pursuit,
Of both treasure and the truth.
A native altar, a writer’s tool,
And not so far from claiming the jewel.
Now go around with eyes alert,
For this is the place where you must search.
Treasure muscles you will flex.
To find the stone, the proverbial X.
Clue #1
Thank you for joining, all treasure-loving friends
To begin our hunt, let’s start with the end.
Stand in the wood, before a many-trunked maple
Though small in stature, a New-England staple.
Seek nearby, reach into a crack,
A meaty hand may hold you back.
But that is the spot where you will bait
A painted stone with numbers eight.
But first to the pages of Trove you must go
The story of treasure will lead you to know
The answer to puzzles, codes, and clues
One lucky reader will win the jewels.
Clue #2
I found an owl’s head tucked away,
Salt water breaking by the bay.
A dinosaur’s print like a rock-hard cake
A falling mine, an emerald lake.
A pointed light, a natural bridge,
A tassel top, an oak on a ledge.
When on the ground, I reach to pick,
A disposable razor gives a nick.
So why not a wolfe, or a snake in a den
For recreation now and again?
A father’s direction does not always state
The place in which the treasure awaits.
Clue #3
At 19 it began with a college boy,
An alchemy of love.
Those scrambled clues inside of me,
secured in a berm, a guarded cove.
But the Hollywood end game would not
come to pass until chapters more advanced.
Five numbers needed to solve this one,
and math-this writer’s worst class.
Clue #4
A dawn’s provoker she may be
With a call to wake the dead.
Though carrion she gobbled,
Red herring are also fed.
Or maybe not, for clues and treasure
Have many meanings, yes?
For a flawless answer you must know
The place of a great tempest.
Clue #5
Four appear in the pages,
Spare, summer, song,
and another.
In all her different stages,
She watches us like a mother.
Clue #6
The drinking age
The weight of the soul
Tarot trump cards
Minus the fool
A winning hand
Signs in a book
The point by which
You are hopefully hooked
Clue #7
With longing for a bigger world,
A yearning heart aspires.
When intolerant of boundaries
And a father’s loss of fire,
I have a place that calls three times,
The third to ease the tired.
Grant it can’t make wishes true,
But it holds these natural desires.
Find a spot that mimics this.
Through a giant magnifier,
A place where one can contemplate
The power of those much higher.
Clue #8
You’ve likely come miles, sagacious one,
And it’s time to return to the start again.
The difference is 284,
Not a number you knew before.
A confirmation of your pursuit,
Of both treasure and the truth.
A native altar, a writer’s tool,
And not so far from claiming the jewel.
Now go around with eyes alert,
For this is the place where you must search.
Treasure muscles you will flex.
To find the stone, the proverbial X.
