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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 ...

When I was 18 at the time of life where leaving home and learning how to be on my own was everything I wanted in life, my parents were urging me to go to college and figure out what I wanted to do in life. Really though, the only thing that made any sense to me was studying about horses. I finally was able to find out some information about a vocational college in southern California in a town called Bonsall. This was the age before computers and internet and looking back I really don't know how people found out information back then! How the times have changed and continue to do so at such a rapid pace. I applied and was accepted and we all flew to the United States and I got delivered to the college. The girls dorm was right above the main stallion barn in which was house a stallion called Colonel Freckles who at the time I had no idea who he was but now I know that he is a very influential and famous stallion in the Quarter Horse world. The vocational college was also a kids ca...

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...