She loved to stand on the rocks and stare right down into the water. That was her favourite thing about the place; the water was always so clear. She could see the riverbed way down beneath. Sometimes she would see see a pair of claws, a murray cray walking backwards along the bottom, or bubbles from an eastern long neck turtle. The river was snow melt at some point far away and never dried up, even during the hottest, driest summers, so they’d pack their bags and drive the long dusty road for a swim and a picnic. She sunned herself on the hot rocks like a lizard until she was so hot she just had to jump into the icy water. She could see the bottom but she didn’t touch it.