The last trip across Ed was in the lead packing two cases of beer on one shoulder and I had a cooler full of food, Cindy had been playing in the cold water along the edge and she started across up stream from us. At five four and about ninety pounds Cindy wasn't a big girl by any means, but her chest had developed into a 34C and they fit her well. The cold water had succeeded in "turning on her headlights" and the two of us had been enjoying the sights, when suddenly she slipped into a hole going completely under. As she came up she was in the current, her arms flailing unable to get her feet under her