Don’t go mental, just head for Central
Lexington Avenue will show you the way
Your spirits won’t sag when you see the big flag
Into the trees you want to stray
Well I’ll be…
Don’t turn up your noses at the city of roses
The home of the park that you seek
It’s just north of town so come on down
Our hunt is not for the meek
I’m dumbfounded. 
A famous singer and a diamond dinger
Might put you oh so close to the spot
With the whites of your eyes you should look for the prize
Within this convenient plot
A walk in the park can be a lark
If cell phones are left at home
Heed the siren of your desirin’
And do not revolt against this poem
Success on the third clue will never do
We had to stash a second
Round you go if you seek to know
Where swatters of orbs are beckoned
Look, a new clue!
2007 Treasure Hunt II - Today’s clue
If you’re thinking big you’re sure to dig
Near flora with growing pain
Winter or summer is never a bummer
A menagerie of fun wild or tame
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 don’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 hadn’t taken the opportunity to look yet and felt bad.
Congrats to the finder, to all a reminder
To hunt hard from first to last clues
Medallion I is history. Now a new mystery
Begins — strap on your hunting shoes
To some its demented, for all unprecedented
But hunters’ thirst must be quenched
Tell sister and brother we’ve hidden another
In a park where a body can be benched
Our 2nd prize? Don’t laugh — 10-thou cut in half
So get out there even if it’s snowy
And as a special bonus — some might say an onus –
A meal with our own Clueless Joey
Good hunting to you, let this be the first clue
Think of a woodsy retreat
It won’t be so hard if you channel the bard
You’ll get warm and smell pretty sweet
Hunters can be surly but in clue-time it’s early
Be safe, friends, and in the hunt revel
Near land that is high the treasure is nigh
Vagueness rules and that’s on the level
The dangerous clue #3! Let’s take a peek inside!
Boreas’ vast realm can overwhelm
Even diggers used to the long haul
So here’s advice to put your hunt on ice:
Look no farther than good old St. Paul
Well this analysis comes a little late (page updated after clue 3!) but it’s early, I’d been working for 12 hours, and I thought I’d get the site’s neat tag system functioning especially for this hunt before I start trying to think about what I should write. On the right column and at the bottom you’ll see “tags”. Tags are the newfangled way of indexing articles on the Internet, if you haven’t seen them yet, and apart from some of the features which I may tone down a bit, like the resized/colored text, it’s a really neat idea. Take this next lnk:
http://www.matthewanderson.com/tag/medallion-hunt-2007
You can bookmark the above link and any posts I make which I ‘tag’ appropriately will be listed when you visit it. However, http://www.matthewanderson.com/tag/medallion-hunt will catch all posts involving the medallion hunt (both links would show the same stuff until next year or other non-relevant medallion hunt information surfaces). Tagging improves with use (incentive to keep writing!) so over time it will provide an interesting index where simple ‘categories’ end up massively cluttered and difficult to search.
Enough of that mumbo jumbo. however. On with the hunt!
Welcome ice and snow and temperatures low
There’s no time for cold feet!
For searchers’ pleasure we’ve parked the treasure
Where nature lovers each other greet
…here we go…