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Cloud Forest

by Jason on July 16, 2014

These are the birds we saw in the cloud forest in Manu National Park in Peru on our Men’s Adventure Group.

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The bird watching here is incredible. There are as many species in the cloud forest as there are in the lowlands of the Amazon Rainforest in Peru. And the birds here are incredibly colorful, and many are iridescent.


Uncontacted Tribes Video of Mascho-Piro

by Jason on July 10, 2014

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I was on safari last week in the Amazon Jungle in Manu National Park in Peru leading my men’s group. We had already seen so many animals — birds, snakes, monkeys, frogs and insects. We were traveling down the Alto Madre de Dios River an hour from Boca Manu.

A boat passed us heading the opposite way. Someone waved at us and yelled “Los Calatos” while pointing at the shore. “Los Calatos” is slang in Spanish for “The Naked People.” Los Calatos refers to one of the uncontacted tribes living in Manu Park, specifically the Mascho-Piro tribe.

In my previous trip to Manu two years ago, I had heard countless stories of the uncontacted tribes. Nearly every boat driver, guide and local had heard stories or had encounters with “Los Calatos.” I found out two years ago that there were still people left in this world that had NEVER had CONTACT with the outside world. There are still people who are NOT a part of the global world, who have never seen the outside world or interacted with anyone from the outside world, let alone a white person. There are about 2,000 people left in the world like this, mostly scattered in tribes of about 200 people in remote areas of the Amazon basin, like in Manu National Park.

We drove another minute downstream before we spotted the uncontacted tribes. There was a 12-yr old native boy, completely naked standing on the side of the river. He had a rope tied around his waist tying his penis upward pressed against his body. This is the typical wardrobe for the males.

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The boy was curious and was speaking to us. He waved us over a few times wanting us to come over to him. He seemed playful. A few minutes later an older woman came out, presumably his mother. She was wearing a loincloth and nothing else. Their skin looked weathered. After less than a minute, the mother spoke to us, which we could not understand.

The whole time I felt I was in another world. I felt two worlds colliding. I felt like I had just gone back 1,000 years in time. I knew there were more of them in the bushes I couldn’t see. Thoughts entered my head about how to protect myself if bows and arrows came our way. I couldn’t believe I was having serious thoughts about avoiding bows and arrows from a native tribe that was completely naked. This was by far the most surreal moment and SINGULAR experience of my life.

Shortly thereafter, the mother waved at us to move on, so we left just a few minutes after we first saw them. My whole group couldn’t believe what had just happened.

Almost everyone who hears about these uncontacted tribes has an opinion one way or the other. Many feel they need to be left alone and we should not bring to light anything about them. I would also feel this way if it were not for the following threats.

Disease and Encroachment

The remaining people in uncontacted tribes in the Amazon Basin are in serious threat of being wiped out and exterminated it. There are two main reasons which when combined, are LETHAL for these tribes — DISEASE and ENCROACHMENT onto their lands.

First, these tribes are very much like the Native Americans during the time of Columbus and the Conquistadors. They are NOT IMMUNE to our common diseases. When white people first came to the Americas, nearly 90% of native populations in North and South America were wiped out due to common diseases that they had no immunity to. This is the same for these tribes. As soon as they come in to contact with the outside world, their population gets decimated.

A few decades ago, Christian missionaries found out about an uncontacted tribe in Brazil. They secretly went in with good intentions to preach the gospel. Shortly thereafter, their good intentions brought unintended consequences. Nearly the whole tribe was wiped out due to disease.

This fact would still be OK if it were possible for these tribes to remain undisturbed indefinitely. But unfortunately, this is not so. An oil company has recently gained approval to build a pipeline on lands of an uncontacted tribe adjacent to Manu Park to the northwest. In other areas of Brazil and Peru, illegal loggers continuously enter and invade the lands of these tribes in search for precious wood. These loggers and tribes collide and sometimes tribes have been massacred.

It would be a fairy tale world if it was likely that these tribes can remain undisturbed indefinitely. The sad truth is that many of these tribes will be wiped out shortly because of encroachment onto their lands by those with vested interests in natural resources on these lands. Combine that with the lack of immunity to diseases and nearly all of these tribes face extinction in the near future.

You might think that perhaps the governments of these countries would be quick to assist. Unfortunately, that hasn’t happened. The president of Peru has denied the existence of uncontacted tribes, saying they are a fairy tale created by environmentalists.

I also met someone local who works in Manu who took pictures of the uncontacted tribes and posted them up online. The next day, the Peruvian government told him to take down his pictures or he would lose his license to be able to enter Manu Park.

What Can Be Done?

The key thing that will help these tribes to survive long-term is to educate the public about their existence. Specifically, ample proof, both picture and video, needs to be shown of their existence. With such evidence, Peru’s government will be forced to acknowledge their existence and thus be obliged to protect them and their lands from encroachment by those seeking its natural resources. Hopefully, these tribes would also receive the option of being vaccinated against common diseases.

Below is the video of what we saw.


Chilcotin Survival Course with Nick Buck

by Jason on May 19, 2014

Brady Patterson, Mike Timms and Jason Westlake take a 4-day survival course in the Chilcotins at Brady’s behest so he can feel safe in the wilderness with us. We learned SOOO many things on our course, and we all feel confident in our abilities now to survive in the wilderness, which is quite a liberating feeling.

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How to Build a Survival Shelter

by Jason on December 16, 2013

Brady Patterson taught us how to build a survival shelter in the forest north of Vancouver in the Elaho Valley.


Buff-Breasted Sandpiper in Vancouver

by Jason on September 15, 2013

I went out with Randy Walker today, and I saw 8 new species that I hadn’t seen before, 3 of which are rare for Vancouver, BC. We saw more than 70 species in total today. The 8 new ones for me are:

– Brewer’s Blackbird
– Wilson’s Snipe
– Hermit Thrush
– American Pipit
– Western Grebe
– Buff-Breasted Sandpiper
– Stilt Sandpiper
– Sharp-Tailed Sandpiper

The 3 sandpipers are the 3 rare migratory shorebirds we saw today. I felt so good about myself because Randy and I were able to identify the sharp-tailed sandpiper without the help of other birders. Anyway, here are the pics below:


Garnet Peak

by Jason on September 6, 2013

This is the video of our 2013 trip to hike Garnet Peak in Wells Gray Provincial Park. Unfortunately, we did not summit, but we did make it to Tryfan Peak and had many adventures along the way.

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Golden Ears Misadventure

by Jason on July 8, 2013

What an unnecessary series of mishaps today while climbing Golden Ears. The good news is Mike Timms and I finally summited a mountain. And it only took us 5 hours to get to the top. Unfortunately, it took us 8 hours to get down. Mike decided to rock climb the last part up to the top, about 400 ft. He got stuck in one part 50 ft from the top and took off his backpack to lower it down. Unfortunately, he dropped the backpack ALLLLL the way down off the cliff.

We thought it was gone and it would be a miracle if we were able to locate it. We descended down the trail to the bottom of the cliff where Mike started his climb. Mike wasn’t about to climb back up the rock face, so we hoped the backpack fell all the way down. Inside the pack were the following – iPhone, GPS, $450 jacket, snowshoe rentals, and — drum roll please — the CAR KEYS……Thanks Mike!

I actually did something I normally don’t do, which is reclimb back up an area, and that was to help Mike find and retrieve the pack. We really didn’t think we would find the pack, but to our astonishment we located the pack at the bottom of the cliff. We were excited because there was a low chance we would even find it.

Unfortunately, there is also a permanent snowfield at the bottom of this cliff. The snowfield is quite large and deep. The snowfield curves up to the cliff in a really steep slope, curving especially steeper towards the top, well past 45 degrees. The worst part is the four-foot separation between the cliff and the snowbank.

The pack had landed on the edge of an outcropping 10 feet below the top of the snowfield in between the snowbank and the cliff. Mike looked down and realized the pack and the area the pack lay were unreachable from the top of the snowfield, and it was impossible to descend to get to it. So we thought we were screwed. To make matters more intriguing, beneath the outcropping, the crevasse continued at least another 50 feet below in between the cliff and the snowfield.

Mike and I thought the pack was lost, but Mike got an awful, crazy idea. He asked some other hikers for some straps. He took some of our straps. He tied them all together and had more than enough strap length to reach and touch the backpack. He tied the straps to his ice axe with the attempt to hook the pack on the axe and lift it up.

Unfortunately, we quickly realized our bright idea would be much more difficult than imagined. Mike was dangling at the top of the snowfield hoping the top wouldn’t collapse underneath him into the crevasse. I was holding Mike’s feet just in case he fell positioning myself as far away from the crevasse as I could.

The difficult part was that the backpack was literally underneath us. The snowbank instead of going straight down, actually curved inward, so that nothing but air was directly below Mike — only a few feet of snow and then air beneath as the bank gently sloped inwards the further down it went.

So with the backpack beneath us Mike had to swing the straps and the ice axe just to attempt to touch the backpack. And if it wasn’t enough, the pack was inches from the edge and one wrong nudge would send it off the edge and all the way down the crevasse.

Mike swung the ice axe for about 10 minutes sometimes brushing the pack, but not getting anything to hook. A few times he almost knocked the pack off the edge. After 10 minutes of futility we were about to give up because we HAD to get off the mountain and back down soon.

Mike had one more idea out of desperation. He started knocking away at the snowbank to create an opening in the snow so he would have a direct shot at the pack without needing to swing as much. I was terrified because I hoped Mike wouldn’t fall into the crevasse as a result. This whole situation felt eerily similar to Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade when he’s dangling in the crevasse trying to reach the gold cup before it falls in. The words “let it go, Indy” just kept playing through my mind.

We only had a few last tries left. Mike was desperate, and he finally got to the point knowing he had nothing left to lose. Only a few shots left, so it wouldn’t matter if the pack fell off the ledge. I also became his peak performance coach right then and told Mike that if he could touch it, he could hook it. So I heard some football coaches 10 years ago tell our receivers if the football came their way.

I told Mike I believed he could get it, and I repeated it solidly. A few seconds later, the unthinkable happened….

Mike swung the ice axe one last time at the pack…I swear it happened in slow motion…The ice axe hooked less than half a centimeter of fabric…I crossed my fingers as Mike pulled the straps upward…

The line remained taught as Mike continued to pull the pack upward inch by inch…I saw the top of the pack…Soon the whole pack was in view…Mike dramatically clutched the backpack, and we both celebrated with joy…

Did I mention we had said a prayer beforehand about the SAFE recovery of the pack without dying? We felt so grateful to the Lord for a successful recovery. Everything still worked, and nothing was lost! The Cheetos were powder and the mini eggs were flattened into a chocolate pancake. Thank you Cheetos for breaking the fall of the GPS and iPhone.

So we started descending the mountain quickly…unaware of our second mishap that was about to occur…

Thousands of flies continued to harass us, just as they did on the way up, with hundreds landing on my face at any given moment. We were both tired and well behind all the other groups. We were following the switchbacks on the way down, and soon we realized we had lost the trail.

The GPS was working so we thought we would find the trail soon again with the help of the GPS. 60 meters uphill. Perfect. We went 20 meters uphill, but now the GPS said 50 meters downhill. Oh crap. This went on for a few more tries both ways. One thing was for sure — we couldn’t find the trail, and we could no longer trust the GPS.

Perhaps the GPS was having a tough time after a 400 ft fall. We searched and searched in all directions for the trail, but we couldn’t find it. 30 min more had already passed and we were even more tired.

We said another prayer to find the trail again and to pray for guidance. I said let’s just go straight down. 90 minutes of bushwhacking later we found the trail. Mike and I were just as excited as when we found the backpack. Except we were SOOOO tired and our legs were almost done.

At that point, we still had 7 km to get to the car. We soon got back to camp. We broke camp, and we put on our 50 lb packs for the last 6 km. Good thing most of it was flat, but even the slightest up or downhill burned my legs like crazy. My legs were so overtired and overworked out that everything burned when we finally reached the car.

13 hours of hiking. A lot of that unnecessary. I see now that in my life I can get to the top, but that other unnecessary obstacles get created from our own errors that make things a lot more difficult. All the other groups got down a lot easier and sooner than us. It could have been the same for us. I see how I do this in my life, and in my business, and I see how I can make things flow a lot smoother.

I got home and I couldn’t even get up the stairs at home on my own. My legs burned and burned, and I voluntarily took a bath for the first time ever.


Eating Beetle Larvae

by Jason on March 6, 2013

I am amazed at what I’ll do to regain health.  I never thought I would eat an insect in my life.  But that was before I had been stricken with a persistent cough for seven days my first week in a remote part of Manu Park in the Amazon Jungle.  The natives told me about a natural remedy, so I wanted to try it.

They told me it was SURI — which means beetle larvae.  You see the picture above?  That’s what I had to eat.  They told me that if I ate that, my cough would get better.  Perhaps they were trying to fool the dumb foreigner.

But I ate it, and it worked.  My cough went away the next morning.  I am a believer in suri.  There’s nothing worse than hacking up a long all night long, which caused me to not fall asleep and then be nervous and scared the whole night wondering if a jaguar was going to eat me.

Watch me eat suri below.


Here is the link with my interview on Darren Jacklin’s radio show in regards to the adventure down to the Peruvian Amazon in Manu National Park this summer.



Snowmobiling on Glaciers

by Jason on February 10, 2013

This is our video from snowmobiling up on glaciers in the Pemberton Icefields. We also saw an ice cave, which was spectacular.