Lost in the Amazon: The True Story Of Five Men And Their Desperate Battle for Survival

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In 1995, Stephen Kirkpatrick joined a five-man expedition into the remote jungles of the Peruvian Amazon. Kirkpatrick's assignment was to document an area of the rainforest that had never before been photographed, nor by most accounts, ever explored by white men.

Within hours of their departure, an inaccurate map and a series of bad decisions leave the group hopelessly lost in the depths of the Amazon jungle. What began as a career-making photo...

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Overview

In 1995, Stephen Kirkpatrick joined a five-man expedition into the remote jungles of the Peruvian Amazon. Kirkpatrick's assignment was to document an area of the rainforest that had never before been photographed, nor by most accounts, ever explored by white men.

Within hours of their departure, an inaccurate map and a series of bad decisions leave the group hopelessly lost in the depths of the Amazon jungle. What began as a career-making photo expedition quickly turned into a desperate struggle for survival.

The five men battle poisonous reptiles, hungry bugs, torrential rains, brutal heat, and an unforgiving landscape in an attempt to find their way back to civilization. They soon learn that survival is not only a physical, but a mental and spiritual challenge as well.

Lost in the Amazon is a gripping, sometimes humorous, and ultimately inspirational story about the human drive to survive, and about clinging to faith in the worst circumstances imaginable.

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Editorial Reviews

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Desperate, divorced, with collection agencies breathing down his neck, freelance photographer Kirkpatrick, in a last ditch effort to salvage his career and, perhaps, himself, in 1995 makes a trip to the Peruvian Amazon. Things quickly go awry-faulty maps, appalling conditions, recalcitrant porters and plain bad luck combine to put Kirkpatrick and his party near death. Lost in the dense jungle with a ragtag band of gringo adventurers and native guides, Kirkpatrick manages to capture the prey he had come to find: photographs. Then, exposed to the environment's unrelenting moisture, his cameras go bad and subsequently his film is tragically lost in the river. Twelve days later, Kirkpatrick emerges from the jungle battered, bloodied and starving, but alive. The author, a devout Christian, pulls no punches as to who's responsible for his safe return. At each crisis, Kirkpatrick turns to prayer for guidance. Alone in the forest, in a blinding rainstorm, exhausted, filthy, injured, he scribbles in his notebook, "I have to be realistic. Christians die just like everyone else." His tone isn't preachy; it merely reflects one man's deep faith. The narrative has a crude, immediate feel, which for this small story is just enough. Photos. (July 14) Copyright 2005 Reed Business Information.
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Adult/High School-Freelance wildlife photographer Kirkpatrick made a trip to the Peruvian Amazon in 1995. His need to find good material was so paramount that it pushed his expedition to start out with hand-drawn maps of an area virtually unvisited by humans, and with only a general idea of the route that would lead to the planned pick-up point. The hastily put together plan fell apart very quickly, and it wasn't long before the group was lost in the rainforest. This book is more than just a retelling of what happened-there's plenty of drama, comedy, suspense, fast-paced action, and nature to satisfy any reader. Kirkpatrick took comfort in thinking about his three sons and from his belief in God. His narrative is not particularly liturgical, doctrinal, or objective; his was an experiential faith that wavered, struggled, and was almost lost completely at times, but somehow held on. He eventually realized that faith was what sustained him, but there was no guarantee as to the outcome of the journey. Readers will not only feel like members of the expedition, but will also discover hidden truths about life, love, and faith.-Erin Dennington, Fairfax County Public Library, Chantilly, VA Copyright 2005 Reed Business Information.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781598590234
  • Publisher: Oasis Audio
  • Publication date: 7/15/2005
  • Format: CD
  • Edition description: Abridged
  • Pages: 4
  • Product dimensions: 5.78 (w) x 13.26 (h) x 0.98 (d)

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November 12, 1995

The dense canopy and violent thunderstorm had killed any hint of daylight. I peered into the dark deluge, searching for any sign of my guide or the others.

"Ashuco!" I screamed into the rain. "Ashuco! Where are you?"

I saw only the jungle, thick, wet, and hostile. It surrounded me, pressed against my skin, threatened to suffocate me in its malevolent greenness.

"Ashuco! Darcy! Esteban!"

I stood motionless in the downpour, straining for a reply. The only response was the pounding of the rain, falling so hard and so heavy I wondered if I might actually drown while walking in it.

"Ashuco!"

My hoarse voice was weak and pitiful, barely audible to my own ears. How was it possible for rain falling on leaves to be so loud?

I scanned the foliage around me for machete marks, a footprint, any hint of human life.

Nothing.

I stumbled ahead into the choking, dripping brush, weighed down by my sodden boots and clothes, bent beneath the deadweight of the backpack that held my crippled cameras and the crushing burden of my disappointment.

This was supposed to have been my golden opportunity, the solution to all my problems, my shot at the big time. A better life not only for me but for my boys. Poor Sean, Ryan, and Ian. I'd convinced myself I was doing this largely for them; that a successful expedition would somehow result in more time together, new adventures for the four of us to share.

Instead, I was leaving them fatherless.

My own words haunted me. Don't worry, sweetie. I'll be okay. God's going to take care of me.

Poor kids. They would probably never believe in anythingagain.

A deafening clap of thunder rattled my teeth. Unbelievably, the rain began to fall harder. A hanging vine clawed my face. I reached up to yank it down, and caught a pungent whiff of my own sweat.

God, I was so tired. So tired and so hungry and so bruised and so bug-bitten and so wet.

"Ashuco!" I screamed with a raw throat. "Ashuco! Where in God's name are you?"

No response.

I was alone, lost in the jungle. And night was coming.

A sickening sensation rose in my gut. I struggled for control, fighting the irrational panic I felt welling up inside. No, I realized, that wasn't right. The most frightening thing about this panic was that it wasn't irrational. This fear was well-founded, justified, reality-based. Barring a miracle, I was going to die in this jungle. Maybe today, in this very spot, alone in the rain.

I had seen the animals, the bugs, the rot, the effects of the constant heat and humidity.

I knew what the jungle could do.

The fear exploded into full-blown panic, a wave of dread that left me shivering in the tropical heat. It was followed by a hot rush of adrenaline that threatened to send me screaming into the jungle, crashing blindly through the wet foliage.

Run! Some primitive instinct screamed. Get out of here! Just drop the gear and run!

But there was nowhere to run to. Instead, I fell to my knees in the mud and groped at the zipper of my backpack. With shaking hands, I retrieved my battered journal and fumbled to a blank page. Clutching my shiny Fisher Space Pen ("Guaranteed to write upside down, underwater, and even in outer space!"), I hunched over the journal, struggling in vain to keep the paper dry.

A splotch of bright red blood splashed across the page, spreading like a fungus. I choked back a sob. I knew it was nothing fatal, nothing even serious, just a little seepage from the deep gash on my torn left hand. But the sight of that crimson stain blooming on the page was horrific, a dreadful portent that triggered a fresh surge of fear. I ripped the bloodstained page from the journal and threw it into the rain. It fluttered to the forest floor and lay there curled and limp, like a wounded bird. A single tear snaked down my scratched cheek, mixing with the rain and sweat. I scribbled in a wild, rambling hand.

This trip was a mistake, a fatal mistake. We are going to die here. All of us-Ashuco, Esteban, Darcy, Mario, me. The jungle is going to take us all.

Thunder rumbled, then exploded in an ear-splitting clap that shook the soggy ground beneath me. Lightning illuminated the horizonless tangle of trees and brush around me, revealing in a flash my utter, complete aloneness.

I stared down at the journal. The words were barely legible, a black, spidery scrawl that looked like fear crawling across the page. Looming up at me were the words die here. I ripped out the page and ground it into the mud, then forced the fear into a corner of my mind. I felt it waiting there, struggling to get out, to gobble up the last of my reason. But I had regained enough clarity to know I could not allow those frantic, faithless scribbles to be my final message.

I took a deep, shuddering breath, then gripped the pen between white knuckles, waiting until the trembling in my hands quieted to a manageable quiver. Then I wrote.

November 12, 1995

By venturing off course, I fear we have put together a plan that could end our lives. Even if someone came searching for us, they would have no idea where to look. We are miles from the river, and the canopy is too thick for any hope of sighting or rescue by plane. I still have faith. I'm praying and putting my trust in God.



But I have to be realistic.

Christians die just like everyone else.

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First Chapter

November 12, 1995

The dense canopy and violent thunderstorm had killed any hint of daylight. I peered into the dark deluge, searching for any sign of my guide or the others.

"Ashuco!" I screamed into the rain. "Ashuco! Where are you?"

I saw only the jungle, thick, wet, and hostile. It surrounded me, pressed against my skin, threatened to suffocate me in its malevolent greenness.

"Ashuco! Darcy! Esteban!"

I stood motionless in the downpour, straining for a reply. The only response was the pounding of the rain, falling so hard and so heavy I wondered if I might actually drown while walking in it.

"Ashuco!"

My hoarse voice was weak and pitiful, barely audible to my own ears. How was it possible for rain falling on leaves to be so loud?

I scanned the foliage around me for machete marks, a footprint, any hint of human life.

Nothing.

I stumbled ahead into the choking, dripping brush, weighed down by my sodden boots and clothes, bent beneath the deadweight of the backpack that held my crippled cameras and the crushing burden of my disappointment.

This was supposed to have been my golden opportunity, the solution to all my problems, my shot at the big time. A better life not only for me but for my boys. Poor Sean, Ryan, and Ian. I'd convinced myself I was doing this largely for them; that a successful expedition would somehow result in more time together, new adventures for the four of us to share.

Instead, I was leaving them fatherless.

My own words haunted me. Don't worry, sweetie. I'll be okay. God's going to take care of me.

Poor kids. They would probably never believe in anything again.

A deafening clap of thunder rattled my teeth.Unbelievably, the rain began to fall harder. A hanging vine clawed my face. I reached up to yank it down, and caught a pungent whiff of my own sweat.

God, I was so tired. So tired and so hungry and so bruised and so bug-bitten and so wet.

"Ashuco!" I screamed with a raw throat. "Ashuco! Where in God's name are you?"

No response.

I was alone, lost in the jungle. And night was coming.

A sickening sensation rose in my gut. I struggled for control, fighting the irrational panic I felt welling up inside. No, I realized, that wasn't right. The most frightening thing about this panic was that it wasn't irrational. This fear was well-founded, justified, reality-based. Barring a miracle, I was going to die in this jungle. Maybe today, in this very spot, alone in the rain.

I had seen the animals, the bugs, the rot, the effects of the constant heat and humidity.

I knew what the jungle could do.

The fear exploded into full-blown panic, a wave of dread that left me shivering in the tropical heat. It was followed by a hot rush of adrenaline that threatened to send me screaming into the jungle, crashing blindly through the wet foliage.

Run! Some primitive instinct screamed. Get out of here! Just drop the gear and run!

But there was nowhere to run to. Instead, I fell to my knees in the mud and groped at the zipper of my backpack. With shaking hands, I retrieved my battered journal and fumbled to a blank page. Clutching my shiny Fisher Space Pen ("Guaranteed to write upside down, underwater, and even in outer space!"), I hunched over the journal, struggling in vain to keep the paper dry.

A splotch of bright red blood splashed across the page, spreading like a fungus. I choked back a sob. I knew it was nothing fatal, nothing even serious, just a little seepage from the deep gash on my torn left hand. But the sight of that crimson stain blooming on the page was horrific, a dreadful portent that triggered a fresh surge of fear. I ripped the bloodstained page from the journal and threw it into the rain. It fluttered to the forest floor and lay there curled and limp, like a wounded bird. A single tear snaked down my scratched cheek, mixing with the rain and sweat. I scribbled in a wild, rambling hand.

This trip was a mistake, a fatal mistake. We are going to die here. All of us-Ashuco, Esteban, Darcy, Mario, me. The jungle is going to take us all.

Thunder rumbled, then exploded in an ear-splitting clap that shook the soggy ground beneath me. Lightning illuminated the horizonless tangle of trees and brush around me, revealing in a flash my utter, complete aloneness.

I stared down at the journal. The words were barely legible, a black, spidery scrawl that looked like fear crawling across the page. Looming up at me were the words die here. I ripped out the page and ground it into the mud, then forced the fear into a corner of my mind. I felt it waiting there, struggling to get out, to gobble up the last of my reason. But I had regained enough clarity to know I could not allow those frantic, faithless scribbles to be my final message.

I took a deep, shuddering breath, then gripped the pen between white knuckles, waiting until the trembling in my hands quieted to a manageable quiver. Then I wrote.

November 12, 1995

By venturing off course, I fear we have put together a plan that could end our lives. Even if someone came searching for us, they would have no idea where to look. We are miles from the river, and the canopy is too thick for any hope of sighting or rescue by plane. I still have faith. I'm praying and putting my trust in God.

But I have to be realistic.

Christians die just like everyone else.

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  • Posted February 24, 2009

    Waste of time, but amusing

    Not only was the writing terrible,and the continuous religious references irritating, but, the story was so stupid, I can't believe it's even true. What kind of photographer wouldn't put their equipment in a dry bag while hikng in a RAINforest? The book goes on and on through countless ridiculous mishaps (no clean water to drink in a RAINforest?) to the point of utter stupidity. Anyone with any experience in the outdoors will find this book laughable.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 19, 2013

    Just bad

    I was disappointed with this book. To say it is poorly written is an understatement. Not an adventure but a hiking trip.

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  • Posted October 7, 2011

    A Modern Day Adventure in the Amazon

    2 1/2 stars may be a little more appropriate. The author undoubtedly experienced a remarkable trip which he attempted to tell in his book. Unfortunately I never felt the pain. The story, while very remarkable, lacked the passion. The excerpts from his journal had more passion than the book itself. What a journey but was a little cold reading. I did like the way he mixed his faith into his adventure.

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  • Posted May 1, 2011

    Packed full of real-life action!

    This books really takes you into the authors life and vividly takes you to what he experienced himself. I highly recommend. Another plus is a section of his own photography. Rating: A

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 12, 2008

    Disappointed

    Although this book addressed the excruciating journey into the Amazon, which I enjoyed, it also focused WAY too much on the religious beliefs and prayers of the author which really turned me off. I believe that a subtopic tag for this book should also include Christian literature.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 9, 2005

    Good story, but....

    Anyone who thinks God is talking to him, and guiding his every move, is delusional. This story is mostly about luck, good and bad. Despite the author being a little whacked, it's an entertaining read.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 15, 2005

    Better by Far Than Being There

    A well-told tale of a photographic trek into unknown parts of the Peruvian Amazon jungle. If anything could go wrong it did, and yet....Kirkpatrick learns what God means when He says to trust only in Him. Guides Ashuco and Esteban remind us that nobility of character is found in every corner of this earth.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 11, 2005

    Absolutely Marvelous!

    This was one of the best adventure stories I've read in a long time. The writing is so clear, I could feel the hot, humid air on my skin, and hear the insects buzzing and the birds squawking all around me. The occasional humorous passages provide momentary relief from the vivid descriptions of exhaustion, hunger and fear these men faced each day of their journey. This is definitely a book you won't want to put down until you've read every page.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 9, 2005

    AN EXCELLENT BOOK!!!!!!!!!!!!!

    This book will keep you on the edge of your seat. It's a page turner and very well written. I read it in two days. It has an adventureous theme with an oustanding end and takes you into the scene as if you were watching it in the movies. I think this book should be made into a movie. It certainly has all the right pieces to become one. It's one heck of a story and I highly recommend it to anyone. I would rate this story 10 stars if I could.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 3, 2005

    So Real You Will Hear the Mosquitoes, Smell the Sweat and Feel the Itch

    With the pacing and drama of a well-crafted novel, enough life and death encounters for a murder mystery, and blood, sweat and tears enough for any action-loving cliff-hanger, this book combines a fascinating story with brilliant writing. Nature lovers will be caught up in the intimate details of the Amazon rainforest ¿ especially as they can be shared vicariously without the sweat, the bug-bites and the snakes. Adventure lovers will find their appetite deeply satisfied. And those unwilling to simply read about an adventure, but wishing to actually experience it, will find a very sober warning before they launch themselves into the great wilderness of the Amazon basin. The author¿s faith in God starts out like so many people in the North American Church ¿ firm but little tested ¿ almost a security blanket. The growth of that faith, repeatedly stretched to its absolute limits ¿ is a key element of this story. The skepticism of other members of the team comes through with clarity and blunt honesty, actually enhancing the writing. Altogether a wonderful and rewarding read. It left me hungering for more as well as searching for the earlier book, Romancing The Rain, which is unfortunately out of print at this time.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 30, 2005

    Very Inspirational

    I really loved reading this book. I had a very hard time putting it down and read it in a very short time. It made me laugh, it made me cry, and the ending says it all. I highly recommend this book. If you want a great journey without actually going there, this is the book for you.

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