CHAPTER 23
WE AMBLED SLOWLY upwards for another hour before we arrived in a clearing. Not a big clearing, perhaps sixty feet across, but achingly beautiful. At the far end, the stream formed a waterfall into a pool. How deep was it? Hard to tell, even though the water was so clear. Every detail of the bottom was visible, including the school of tiny fish that darted behind a rock as I peered down at them.
“This is amazing,” I breathed.
Mitch smiled, enhancing the landscape further still. “It’s my favourite place. I like to come up here in the summer and paint.”
“Do you swim in the pool?”
“Sometimes, but even in August the water’s cold.”
Even if it was freezing, I’d swim there too. I could just imagine standing under the waterfall like a girl in a shampoo commercial, Mitch walking tow
