Our first interesting stop was a place where the path was blocked off with a concrete wall. This screamed ENTER to me so I climbed atop a side wall and stepped around it. Scott helped me up and cut his hand on the barbed wire. Regardless of the barbed wire, heavy cement wall, I felt pulled to this spot.
"Are you going in?" I asked Scott. He looked at me like I was a lunatic. I mean more than usual. "I'm going in," I announced.
"I'll take pictures," he replied. He didn't really believe I was going in.
It went like this:
So I'm thinking about strategy. How to get to the waterfall? I'm going to have to swim. I don't think about what creatures might be under me and I swim.
The white space above is for the picture that I will not include. This is the undignified climbing up onto the rocks. Scott took a close up of my stance. Mostly it is of my butt. We'll skip that one but be assured that he is laughing on the other side of the pool.
Now we have a problem. The objective was to get to the waterfall. I am stuck on one side and unable to cross. I make attempts for about 5 minutes before I finally fall.
So I swim across. By now I really am wondering what creatures lurk beneath me. It is not a pleasant place to be in my mind at this moment.
Am I glowing from accomplishment? I think I'm glowing.
It could just be my pasty complexion but we're calling it glowing.