The woman standing with Josh on the far side of the river-stream, she was Adventure Chick (note the capital letters). Adventure Chick was bad-ass. She was brave and intrepid and, most importantly, she was back! I was ecstatic to wear that mantle again.

We headed off down the trail, following the sound of water falling from a great height and a few minutes later, we emerged from the canopy of green into brilliant sunlight. The waterfall loomed above us, a broad crescent of rock and water against the azure sky. The recipient of the water was a very shallow rockpool—in some places only a few inches deep, its bottom covered in pebbles and rocks, some jagged, some smoothed by the water.

I slipped off my runners and socks, leaving them on dry rocks and waded into the rockpool. The water was freshly cool, but not icy like the waterfall from the day before—likely warmed by the sun. I tipped my head to see the top of the waterfall. A dense mist hovered over where the water fell off the cliff, a constant rainbow in the air.

“Oh, my god!” I called to Josh, a lilt of laughter in my voice. I felt the same way I had when we’d swum with the turtles.

Around us, I could hear exclamations from the handful of others who were there, and Josh added his own. “It’s incredible!” he replied. We grinned at each other. It was impossible not to be affected by the beauty.

Josh slipped off his shoes and socks, placed his backpack on the rocks, and waded into the water to join me. “Hey, let me get a shot of you looking up at the falls,” he said, crouching down.

“How’s this?”

“Perfect!” He took a few more shots, with and without me in them. Then I asked if he wanted some of him. “Sure, yeah, that’d be great!” I did my best. I was nowhere near as good a photographer as Josh, so I hoped there was at least one he’d like. Finally, we added a selfie with the top of the falls in the background.

“Is it called a selfie if two people are in it?” I asked.

He threw me a funny look. “Yeah, I think so.”

“They should have a different name for it.”

“Like what?”

“I have no idea, but selfie doesn’t make sense when there’s more than one person in it.”

“You’re weird.”

“You have no idea. Try being on the inside of this brain.” He replied with a chuckle—charity, most likely.

“Is it snack time yet?” I asked. I kept wading in the shallow water, never wanting to leave.

“Sure.” He wandered back to the backpack and took out the muesli bars. I dragged myself out of the water found a flat rock to sit on and took in more of the impressive sight while I ate. We’d thought about turning back quite a few times, and I was delighted we hadn’t. It was magical there.