I’ve dreamed about seeing the Amazon since I was a boy. In the early 90s, I remember there being a great deal of talk about how quickly it was disappearing, and I remember an abiding fear that it would be gone someday soon. Let alone, that I might ever travel there myself – it seemed so inaccessible, that the best I could hope for was to read about it in books. Travel was something that other people did. Continue reading “July 12-14, 2016: Life on the River”
