I was lucky enough one day to literally just 'drive off into the sunset,' so to speak. Mr Fritz had accrued long service leave after a decade or so of work and his dream was to drive through a huge chunk of Australia. So that's exactly what we did - we made his dream come true. We purchased a 'tiny' house on wheels, one that could handle some off-road stuff and a few river crossings, then we locked up our home and took off.
We were on the road for close to ten months. We traversed some truly magnificent landscapes and we also passed through some shitholes. But in this story, I'll be focussing on the magical bodies of water we were lucky enough to dip into. There is something very special and satisfying about plunging into a remote and secluded waterhole. It's a delicious combination of freedom and adventure with a sprinkling of danger and fear. And that's because sometimes they're either in very precarious and hard-to-get-to locations but also because we usually share these waterholes with other creatures as well - and I'm not just talking about the odd cute little fish - I'm talking about snakes, eels, crocodiles and large lizards. So for me, gliding into a body of water that isn't a swimming pool or a bath puts me on high alert, particularly if the water is dark and very deep.
Luckily though the temperature of the water isn't a major concern, which is a good thing really because most of the places we swam in were very cold if not freezing, which means I could have missed out on some pretty spectacular swims if I had an aversion to cold water. Cold waterholes simply mean it takes a little longer to get in, then once I'm in, I spend several moments doing sudden and quite violent full body movements - something that might resemble a fit - and this is usually followed by a massive grin from ear-to-ear. Next, I do quick circles around myself, not too dissimilar to what synchronized swimmers might do, this is to quickly scan the area for other creatures. I also love getting my hair wet and dunking my whole head under water and once that manoeuvre is completed, I lie back and float.
This is one of my special talents. Floating. If you can do it - you will know it's a blissfully satisfying activity. Mr Fritz isn't very good at it, his feet behave like anchors that sink to the bottom quickly. So occasionally I'll assist him, I'll hold his feet up and swirl him around because I want him to experience this delightful water-based activity too.
But before I dare indulge in these romantic but slightly threatening waterholes I have to strap on my number one must-have accessory - a pair Teva sandals. Possibly one of the most unstylish pairs of shoes I've ever owned, but, ironically, the most confident boosting ones! Without them, I either wouldn't get in or I'd be super stressed and exhausted because I would never standstill but rather tread water until I can tread no more. Standing on anything that might be alive, slimy, dangerous or sharp simply isn't an option for me!