Jaguar Food

Through the jungle very softly flits a shadow and a sigh---He is fear, Oh little hunter, he is fear—Rudyard Kipling

My name is Fred Lowstetter and, come this October, I may be jaguar food. I just volunteered to be dropped off in the deepest recesses of the Amazon jungle, where I will have to complete a 220 kilometer (136.4 miles) ultra-marathon over the course of a week---if I want to get back to civilization. I’ll be responsible for carrying all my own provisions on foot, including a hammock , mosquito net, medical supplies, food and a knife. For the right to participate in this test of body, mind and soul, I have released the organizers of this little excursion from any liability for injuries or death I may suffer based on the extreme environmental, psychological, physical and dehydration dangers of this adventure, not to mention the swamps, river crossings, insects, thorns, rain, lightning, heat, humidity, spiders, snakes, jaguars, wild pigs, scorpions, piranha, eels, leeches, ants, monkeys and any other flora, fauna, parasites, microbes and biohazards waiting for me in Brazil’s Floresta National de Tapajos. How will I ever get ready for this? What on Earth could be worth doing this for? How can you be a part of my adventure and my cause? Follow this blog over the weeks and months to come and find out….