A different time.

I don't think you would get away with swimming here any more. Maybe we shouldn't have when we did, 20 or so years ago. It was a Nimbin Local who suggested we go there, saying it'd be fine as long as we didn't wear any sunscreen or perfume. Because there was a frog-species that lived in the area that needed all the help it could get. (Side note: I know now that it's Fleay's Barred Frog (Mixophyes fleayi) that lives here. Or tries to.).

We heeded the advice of The Local - showered carefully that morning, making sure to rinse thoroughly. Then no sunscreen.

The drive through the rainforest to get to the parking spot was absolutely stunning. Dense, thick, greenness everywhere you looked. Coming from the dryness of South Australia this was such a dramatic contrast. The stark difference is something that occupies my mind regularly. We're just not used to that amount of water in South Australia.

Even the mighty River Murray looks like a dry streak in comparison.

There were wee mushrooms growing on rotting logs. Mosses, ferns, and lichens everywhere else. Then suddenly a waterfall coming from a cliff-face.

The first successful anti-logging protest was held in this place. It makes sense. It's such a deeply beautiful place that I can imagine that it would have stirred up activism in those who previously might have sat quietly. And maybe it also made the loggers give up because they knew they weren't going to win. And maybe something stirred in their hearts - who knows.

It was the end of uni. Youth was about to be behind us. Adulthood loomed.

A swim in a water hole under a waterfall was just what we all needed.