Washed Away....Almost.

When I was in Port Douglas, (a little while ago), we went to a place called Mossman Gorge, it’s further north, on the border of the Daintree rainforest.
There is a river of crystal clear freshwater that comes from the rainforest.
It’s a popular swimming spot, but is also notoriously dangerous for flash flooding.

I was like a deer in headlights, mesmerized by the water, I had to try it. (you can’t not).

It was beautiful, clear water running over moss covered rocks surrounded by lush rainforest.
So I carefully made my way into the fresh crystal clear water.

As I got into the deeper water in the middle, the current got a hold of me and overpowered me.
I tried to stay calm.
I am normally VERY confident in water, but my illness has affected my ability to grasp not being able to swim using a slow current to get to calm water, to get a grip on something or simply to breathe.
I had to focus on one thing at a time, staying afloat, breathing, trying to get a foothold and trying to get to calmer water.

While trying to make it look like I was totally in control.

My sister was going to send some Scandinavian girls to my rescue, a nice touch, then a close family friend, (whose 60th birthday we had gone up for), gave me his hand and guided me to safer water saving me from where the river changes direction and gets drastically shallower.

Probably not funny to see or read.
Just another close call for me. (funny for me, but not funny to see or hear).
Another surreal story.