If you’re reading this, your curiosity has already sent you down a path that ends in untold riches or your utter lament. Ye be warned.

Somewhere in New York City I have hidden a treasure chest. Inside lies $25,000. I’ve written nine clues that if solved, will lead you to its exact location and where X marks the spot. Many will try to crack the code and unravel the mystery, but only one brave soul can prevail. The treasure is out there, waiting to be found, and you can be the one to find it.

A treasure hunt in your own backyard, when your backyard is the greatest city in the world. This may take you to places you have never been, no matter how long you’ve lived here. It will make you appreciate the parts of the city and its history you see everyday, yet overlook. This is not some bachelorette scavenger hunt, tourist trap, or escape room derivative nonsense.

Sure, you can keep scrolling and keep yourself busy with the mundane.  You could let others and their irreverent remarks dissuade you from your destiny.  But know that your fellow treasure hunters may not be so hesitant or easily rebuffed.

So go forth. Venture beyond the horizon, where fortune favors the bold. 

Your gamemaster & foremost adversary,

A concept that now exists only in movies and our fleeting imaginations. A notion buried deep in our psyche, outside of what we believe to be possible.  Our waning sense of wonder has hindered us from exploring the unknown for far too long.

There was a time, when uprooting your life to venture out west in search of gold was a testament to the prowess of mankind. To set forth into the untamed wilderness, created legends and made history. Monumental discoveries, forged by the thrill of the hunt, celebrated the human potential to achieve greatness.

Somewhere along the way we lost our path. We look to longshot parlays and meme coins to fill not only our pockets, but the void in our souls; leaving us bankrupt on both fronts.

However, the spirit of adventure and treasure hunting is not dead. Its seed merely lays dormant in the hearts of the curious, and to those brave enough to seek it out.

We shall no longer send calls of adventure to voicemail.  We must disrupt our daily grind to find where X marks the spot.

This is the New York Treasure Hunt.  

The details of my identity are quite inconsequential. I’m simply the MC of this experiment; your gamemaster and foremost adversary, pitting your wits against mine. Perhaps I am the last living descendant of the pirates that sailed the Hudson. Maybe I’m your next-door neighbor. This matters not as my role is no longer relevant to your quest. I am nothing now, but that of an observer. The treasure is all that matters. However, if you must, you can refer to me as Captain Mortimer.