I grew up in a family who lived and breathed adventure. I mean, who packs up their life and travels to a foreign country without knowing the language and goes to live with a Brazilian family who also doesn't speak English? And then go to the middle of the deep Amazon jungle and try to make contact with hostile native Indians? You have to have ADVENTURE as your middle name to do that, maybe even as your first name! Growing up like that me and my brothers were always into crazy things and doing things that most people never would attempt. More of those stories later though. This story is about one of our crazy, fun adventures we did for fun, not for life. My dad decided that it would be a good bonding thing to do a family fun adventure every year. Each year the adventure varied and was different but the goal was to create a memory and bond as a family. I'd say it definitely worked. This particular year we decided that we'd like to kayak down this river called Rio das Garca...
I married a Brazilian rodeo cowboy. He was a bull rider. Well, he tried to be at least. He wasn't very good at staying on the bulls for the whole 8 seconds. He was also a wheeler dealer and like to do trading and all sorts of deals. We won't go into some of the really frustrating deals he did, but one of them involved acquiring a herd of bucking bulls. He figured that if he couldn't be a champion bull rider like he dreamed, then he could be a stock contractor and put on rodeos. I liked that idea much better. However, he ended up going to ranches and bringing guys to try out the young bulls and see if they'd like to buck. They always made a day of it which included barbeque and plenty of beer. I guess they figured that if they drank enough it would make getting bucked off an unknown crazy bull a bit better. I definitely didn't approve of that part of it, but to be a supportive wife, I usually tagged along and gave my opinions on the bulls. The bulls that didn't ...
One weekend that we spent on our ranch, my brother John and I decided it would be a whole lot of fun to explore the creek from the first bridge to the second. Now our ranch was 300 acres and it was a half kilometer wide by two and a half kilometers deep. About halfway through was a creek that wound around the virgin jungle. There were two bridges and two rainy season bridges. The bridges were only for the brave as they were only a sort of narrow tree laying over the water with another skinny branch that was stuck a little like a handrail. If you didn't have good balance you would slip off and fall into the water. The first bridge was high and had a slant so if it was rainy it got super slippery. Since we mostly ran around in flip flops or barefoot, we never had problems getting over the log. The trail wound around through the virgin jungle and ended up at the back of the property with another skinny log bridge over the same creek. We had a neighbor who lived on the property behind ...
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