When I first took on this fantastic quest, I tried to interest other parties to help me figure out where the bullion might lie. While I’m glad no one did, my own ideas haven’t always been the best. I admit that what I know now should have been understood sooner. Of course that only makes sense now. My guidance with the clues learned from the British Columbia Provincial Police were right. The hold-up area lay three and a half miles east of the camp and Roderick used water as a best possible hiding place. The robbery proved to be quick and easy, the hiding spot a mere five hundred yards downhill from the heist and under water.

But I let myself become distracted about the “where” of the best pool of water. I used up the better part of two summers to realize how wrong I was. What I do know is the chance that anyone else has since found the bars is very remote. The change of the creek flow over the ensuing decades altered the area enough to hide the bullion and the depth has lent a guarantee to keep it there. The pool itself had formed over centuries perhaps and when the creek flow changed paths, overburden gradually filled in the pool. No wonder even my Sierra Madre couldn’t detect the excellent conductor, the bars. But Roderick’s goggles assured me he’d have to dive for them even in late October when he returned. And believe me, that creek is damn cold in late October. But a man will make many sacrifices for treasure. We always have and always will.

The bullion can still be recovered and I hope to make it happen. 2016 is the one hundred and twentieth anniversary of the robbery, a great time to conclude the matter. My perseverance and patience have been sorely tested, now with a bit of luck…..