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...
As if our lives in the Amazon didn't have enough adventure already, my dad decided that we should start a family tradition of having a family adventure every year. The very first one that was the start to this traditon was the Green River trip. My dad had been to the Green river on other occasions and he thought is was so beautiful he wanted to bring us all there for a camping trip. So we planned it all, packed hammocks, mosquito nets, tarps, food and water and a few clothes, fishing poles and my great dane Mandy, and headed out one day to spend a long weekend there. To get there you had to go down the Madeira river, then about 2 more rivers till you made it to the spot. My dad's outboard motor was having some issues and it kept stopping. We were travelling downriver to get to the river we wanted to go to and we stopped several times on sandbanks to be able for him to fix the motor. Finally we made it to the Green river and my dad found a suitable spot on the side of the river ...
Leilani was one of the most special horses I ever had the privilege to own. Her story starts a long time before she became my mare. I was at a horse event one weekend. There was one big ranch owned by rich people who had a big beautiful barn full of nice horses and a bunch of arenas, a fancy auction arena, a straightaway race track for horse racing, arenas for roping and barrel racing and who knows what else. Any time I heard of a horse event going on there I made a way to get there and attend. This weekend was one of those fun events. I loved to walk through the barns and admire the horses and dream of one day having a barn full of fancy horses like those. There were two horses in particular that stood out to me that weekend. One was a tall grey mare and one was a big dark bay mare. They looked different from the other horses so I asked around and found out they were recently brought up north from southern Brazil, the land of good registered horses and rodeos. Both these mares were w...
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