I always enjoy taking a dip in the river. We used to do it all the time when we were in high school. It was particularly nice because on the day we decided to go it wasn't really giving its name much justice.. Boiling Pots. Which usually means the water is running so violently it looks like the tide pools are boiling. Instead, the waterfall was running just enough for us to go up and dip our heads in its running water. It was pretty magical. We had the whole place to ourselves. These are the kinds of things that make me really appreciate the island that I grew up on. It's those little adventures that remind me how unique growing up on an island really is. If I came as a tourist I would have never been able to experience this place. Especially since they have signs posted everywhere "DO NOT SWIM" and "DO NOT ENTER." Of course I would have avoided going for a dip if it had been raining, the pots were boiling, and the water was brown. It becomes very unsafe when the conditions aren't right. Ahh, the joy of local knowledge. How can I ever leave this place again?! I don't know.. re-discovering it has been quite satisfying.
Down by the waterfall.. where it is sometimes safe to swim.