Here is a photo of me on the trail in Venezuela taken a short time before I slipped on the wet path and snapped my left tendon. To say it simply, I broke my knee! I ended up having to be carried by the Indians to a missionary base. A rather humbling and uncomfortable trip being tied by hands and feet to a long pole swinging from side to side as the Yanowamös on either end toted me through the jungle like a wild pig ... up, down and across streams, to the little air strip.