The treasure vault awaits the clever mind, who reads the clues and seeks to find.
Before each First Friday’s celebration starts, this treasure will be hidden in Carbondale’s heart.
Through Main Street’s charm and gallery halls, past murals bright on building walls.
The treasure waits where artists gather, where community bonds grow ever stronger.
So, gather friends and family near, let the hunt begin without a fear.
For somewhere in this valley blessed, adventure calls — begin your quest!
For First Friday, Aug. 1
Where dust-covered boots once gathered ’round,
And thirsting souls sought liquid ground,
Two worlds collided in days of old—
Those who dug deep and those who rode bold.
The black-faced miners with coal-stained hands
Met leather-worn cowboys from distant lands.
Now seek the spot where these tales converge,
Where history’s echoes still emerge.
The watering hole of yesteryear,
Where fellowship flowed and talk was clear.
Look closely where the past still dwells,
Your treasure waits where the old story tells.