When I took a trip up the
Amazon years ago, the one thing that really blew me away is how big the sucker is. I mean, there were sections of the
river that were so broad, you could not see the other side. Another thing that amazed me was how dense the jungle is in
certain sections, how desolate and, well, jungly, it is. Not that I didn’t expect there to be jungle and those weird
sounding ooo ooo ooo aaahh jungle bird sounds, but, man, they’re totally real.
As fascinating and unknown as the Amazon is to us now, it was even more so during
Teddy Roosevelt’s time. And the President, man, that guy
had some cojones. I may be wrong, but I believe one of his nicknames was El Cojones. Bush has a similar
nickname, but for a different reason. Anyhow! I came across this new book about Roosevelt’s trip to the Amazon that I
am very eager to read called
River of Doubt. The book examines TR’s epic journey up the river and how it changed his life (for the worse,
actually, becaues he got quite sick during the trip). Also, for more on the subject, NPR
takes a look at the book and what the trip
meant to Roosevelt’s life.