I regret to inform my Treasure hunting friends and those who knew and loved him, Chad Adams, is no longer with us...
Thank You Chad! for all you so selflessly did for my family....
Rest in Peace my friend!
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Well another year has almost gone by and as it would
seem my efforts of bringing forth knowledge of Antonio de Espejo and his
adventures into the
To brush up on the story of Antonio please re-read…
In the last two years focus has been upon finding points upon the Espejo Map in order to validate its authenticity, this was accomplished quite smoothly, validation is now a moot point, however finding the mine sites, amour caches or Vaults would be the ultimate, and I am going to keep moving in that direction as circumstances allow.
The first mine validated was in some ways accidental as the finder did not know of the Espejo map when he found that mine, it wasn’t until years later that it was realized what it was. Many portions of the old trails has been validated as well especially last year. The second mine was to me the most exciting, after months and years of studying the map and fine tuning my understanding of what drainages were intended, one mine location caught my attention and using all I could to pin point it’s location once I was certain, I called one of my best colleagues and he without haste went to visit the site which wasn’t exactly easy to get to, and sure enough he found it! Much has occurred since in the effort to open a mine that likely hasn’t seen the light of day in near 450 years.
Yesterday was a big day for me. After discovery of the second mine, my focus changed to another area of a 3rd mine, careful consideration and planning was made and early last week I and Michael made our way into the area, I having some limitations, Michael did all the work. The day ended with us not being to much wiser and plans made to return just a few days later were made. We arrived at the site yesterday morning and planned our course for the day. A better path chosen made it much easier for me to get closer in however again Michael did most of the searching but with the benefit of the old trail present. Standing way above the search area and tracking Michaels moves, I spotted a small clearing and flat spot below, this I would use as a point in order to see his positioning. The more I looked at it the more I could see that it was likely what we came to find. After seeing it up close and much investigation I am for the most part certain it is what we think it is… keep in mind after 450 years, an old mine dump is well on its way to merging back in with mother nature and can in some ways be difficult to see even if you are standing on it, further investigation is in the works.
I wish I had some pictures for you, but over growth made it pointless, I’ll see what I can do next trip.
Who knows, I may even have
time to find a 4th location this year… we’ll see… maybe one of the
Vaults. I hate the cold and the leaves are beginning to change… Michael just
couldn’t get enough of the beautiful landscapes… I will never doubt the off-road
abilities of the Lexus. ;-)
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Several times have I written in my articles about “a friend” who has shared information with me… some of you know well and good who it is… but others don’t really need to know do they?
a clip from the Espiritu Santo Minas Map of 1588
June 15th 2013
In the years after I returned from my stint
in the Army I ventured out into the
Richard Riddley was a man of integrity and
honesty. He would never tell just anyone something to appease them. He used to
play tricks on Rhoades all the time and he and I would laugh when Rhoades would
take the bait. I never told Rhoades of the trickery because to Richard it was
an honorable thing to do to you enemies. Richard never liked Rhoades but
tolerated him because Rhoades was friends with his youngest son Hoby. He
treated me like a son.
Bishop Arrowchis was the same. He took more
of a liking to Rhoades than Riddley did. Richard and Bishop were cousins and
rode as Ute Rangers back in the 40's and 50's. They knew were many mines,
treasures and battles took place.
Paul Cornpeach was of the same cut. I first
met him while prospecting Rock Creek back in 1969 when he came upon me near
Miners Gulch. We met several times after that.
Neil Wyaskit was another one that taught me
much. I met him back in 1965 and rode with him in the
Tabiune was another. He took me to smelters
up Dry Gulch now called lime Kiln Springs. The were still pretty much intact
then. He told me how the Spaniards built them and why. A few miles upstream
were two mines that they gold good gold from. At that time water ran down the
wash were the smelters are, but today it is dry.
I still have friends out there but most
have gone the way of the spirit. I am blood brothers with some and one not of
the Utes but of the Apache. I have kept my word with them for years by not
showing or telling anyone what I have seen and what I've been told. I laugh at
those who THINK they know when I know full well they don't! But I keep my mouth
shut and let them rave on making fools of themselves. Richard and Bishop taught
me how to read Spanish signs and symbols. Gale Rhoades taught me as well. The
Indians were taught by their fathers who learned from the Spaniards themselves.
sets the stage of two of the many mines I've either been shown or told about.
These two stories will give you something to look for. It won't be easy but I
can give you some clues to help you. I've looked for one but not the other.
Excerpt from Bishop: "Someone - when
surveying the Indian boundary line of the west side of the _______ River found
a small opening or hole and inside was found a lot of gold bullion &
artifacts stacked up. This was found by Indians and then left as was found. The
cave or hole is just off the line...on
hiked that fence line several times and then one day as I was walking the fence
line and keeping my head down with eyes fixed so as to notice anything out of
the ordinary an Indian came up on me from the thick trees before I even heard
him. He was on horseback too. He stopped and asked "What are doing?"
I said, "Looking for gold." He looked at me for a moment they added
"You are too far down, you need to go higher up" "Why" I
asked. "You are a friend of the Arrowchis'
so I tell you, you are too far down, go up." I said, thank you and asked his name. He said
it didn't matter and then wished me luck. I did go further up but darkness over
took me so I abandoned that venture. Time, money and other things got in my way
so I never did go back.
<Hand Drawn Map>
Arrowchis' map drawn by his wife for me.
The Indian Fence line and where I think the hole might be. I was 1/4 mile short of the ridge.
told me about a mine that was once worked by Aaron Daniels and maybe Caleb
Rhoades however he did not know about the later.
said that when he was a boy the Daniels' sons and grandsons used to look for
the Lost Rhoades Mine but he said "They were way off.". He took me to a place up in ______ Creek not from
the _______. There in a hillside he pointed and said "Look there, this is
a old Spanish mine that Daniels worked and got much gold out of, however I
think it might be behind us because some old Indians say he drew the map like
Indians do, always in reverse."
I asked him if he was sure about this.
He said, "I know what came out of the mine and I know what is still in the
mine because of Daniels telling his wife and her people know. I don't know if
the mine is there or behind us."
these two sites should produce good gold for you. I leave these in your hands.
I hope you and benefit by them. I know it will be a burden to go after these
but if you do and spend the time needed you'll find them.
possible sites for the Daniels' Mine dubbed #3 on his map.
only been recently that I discovered that the mines in question are located on
the Espiritu Santo Minas Map of 1588 If we can find them, we will have two more
locations found on the previous mentioned map, aka Antonio De Espejo Map.
In January of 2017, a friend of mine who has since passed away sent me an email asking me if I would be interested in investigating a story… as usual I accepted… the following is the short story of what he sent me…
A friend of mine dropped by my home years ago with one of his sons and his father-in-law. They called him "Bink" and that's all I ever knew him by. Anyway, old Bink grew up in ________ and his family had sheep up on the mountain to the east. I would imagine they were up _____ Creek and _____Creek as well.
when Bink was a teenager he found some of the sheep hanging out on
the face of the hill between ______ and ______ creeks so he went up to get them to move off the face and into the canyon where he could gather them up easier. While up on that face he noticed a sort of flatten off area but still on the slope. He started nosing around and found a white rock about the size of a coffee table leaning against the hill side. It looked odd he said! He decided to check it out and found it had been fashioned to that size. He pried it away from the hill side to reveal a small hole in the mountain.
time later he came back up there to excavate the hole and after he had made
entrance he was surprised at what he found. There he found Aztec warriors
sitting up in a circle fully clothed and several horses with them. They were in
surprisingly good condition. Bink told us that he covered the cave and left it.
He was afraid of what might happen if he told about what he had found because
the family might lose their grazing rights on the mountain. I sent two guys up
there to investigate it for me but they didn't find anything. Of course they
are not exactly experts in the field.
In February of 2017, this same friend called me up and told me to check my email. Why I asked, He said he had another story for me to check out should I get into the area. In these days, his health was beginning to decline and as time went by, searching his files, he would come across another lead and send it to me, he once told me that it has become apparent that there is no way he is going to be able to follow up on many stories he had received over the years and so he would send them to me hoping that someday I might be able to do what he could no longer do. I have intentionally left his name out in an effort to spare his surviving family, any harassment yet at the same time I want to give credit where credit is due…
I did as he asked and checked my email and in it was
the following letter written to him, I have also left the individuals name out
who wrote the letter, written I believe in the 1990’s.
Dear Mr. …..
for writing to you is to tell you of a story that my grandfather told to me
before he died in 1948. He, along with two friends who happened to be
The day wore on and soon the sun began to sink low in the western sky. Grandfather and his friends decided to make camp near a cliff where water and grass was plenty for their horses. After camp had been set up and the evening meal ate they sat around the fire talking about the days events. Jake <last name>, one of the Indians began telling a story that perked up my grandfather's ears. Grandfather said that Jake told him that the Spanish were in this area looking for slaves at one time. And that Jake's own father had been a slave under the hands of the Spanish. one of the times the Spanish were hunting slaves they came to the area north and east of present day <city named> where a group of Indians were camped. When the Indians saw the Spaniards they beat it for cover.
Jake's father and his older brother ran as fast as they could for a low cliff over hang to hide. Once under the over hang they looked for more concealment. Digging in the back of the over hang the brother accidentally knocked some loose rock out of what was a cave of sorts. Moving quickly both boys opened up the entrance so they could get inside. Once inside they covered the hole up leaving enough so they could look out but anyone looking at the spot could not tell what was there.
Once the Spaniards had rounded up all the slaves they needed, which was just about everyone in the village they headed south. The two boys watched in horror as their family was whipped and beaten as they were herded to their new homes in Navajo land. It was when the two boys opened up the hole to get out that they noticed that the cave was some how strange and inviting. They made the entrance large enough to see that there were a set of rock steps going down inside. They went back to their camp where they gathered enough material to make a fire and returned and made up some torches. Down inside they made a fantastic discovery. There was a large room about fifty feet from the bottom of the rock stairs. And in this room was 58 Indians, all in their finery.
They were not any kind of Indian that either boy had ever seen, but they had the look of Indians, and they were perfectly mummified. They were very tall and large men. And they had weapons of iron, swords and bows of a strange design. They also had strange necklaces on with beautiful rocks attached. There were several large baskets with all sorts of corn and peas in them. There was two large wooden boxes with very strange designs on them and they had two long poles on each side of the boxes suggesting that it took several men to lift these boxes. One of the boys opened one of the boxes, and inside found gold and silver that looked like coins of some sort. The boys thought that they were in the tomb of a god and that they had better leave it like they had found it. So they went to the entrance and reburied it better than they had found it. They never returned.
Grandfather asked Jake if he had ever been to that place. Jake said that he had, and that his father and his brother had taken an oath not to open it up again. The brother died long before Jake's grandfather, and as far as he knew he never told anyone about the place. Jake told grandfather that he would like to show someone the place before he died just in case the time had come to open it up. The other Indian was not to be involved in this, and I don't know much about that because grandfather never told me.
He was shown this place and then told me about it. My problem is that I never found anyone I could trust to tell this story to. I also don't know that country at all and couldn't find anything if I had a map with an "X" on it next to a 7-11 store.
I was wondering if you would be interested in pursuing something like this, and if so would you meet with me so that I can see if this would be the thing to do? I am getting on in years and have no children of my own and not a soul to share this with.
Please let me
know as soon as possible.
There are many stories regarding these strange Indians who were somewhat different than what was here a couple hundred years ago, and some day I’d like to write more about them, but for now, I cannot…
If I knew where the Indian camp site was
If you have any personal knowledge of this site,
please reach out to me