Waterfall Detail: Nestled in the nape of Mount McElwee and Mount Robinson deep in Northumberland County this unnamed brook plunges 8 metres over a sheer escarpment. The brook crashes into large moss laden boulders strewn throughout the basin. The brook disappears, hidden by the thick moss and can only be heard as it rushes downward. It is so dense that the entire area is carpeted with at least a foot thick covering, boulders as well as the gaps between. Walking through this as well as the heavy over story makes for a dangerous situation in which extreme care should be taken. Ten meters downstream the brook emerges again to continue tumbling towards the North Branch of the Little Southwest Miramichi River.
Local folklore is that a young man proposed to his future wife near the top of the waterfall and from then on the waterfalls is known as Proposal Falls.
See the Mullin Stream Falls posting for directions. The exception is that instead of turn left the Y take the right road which is known as the South Branch Sevogle Road and drive out towards Big Bald Mountain. With the GPS coordinates provided take the road to the left about 1.5 km before the turn off to Big Bald.
Visit Detail: Darren Rows friend told him about this waterfall. It is so well hidden that hardly anyone knows about it or for that matter seen it. That’s all I needed to hear. I guess I finally realized that I am hooked on the thrill of the hunt. Locating and photographing a waterfall that only a few individuals have had the opportunity to enjoy was the icing on the cake.
Driving north toward Big Bald Mountain the morning sun begins to dissipate the early morning chill. My feet and legs are still cold from my adventure at Mullin Stream Falls 15 minutes earlier and after all it is spring in the Christmas mountains. It is almost noon hour when we turn off the main forest road and head due west along the ridge of mountains. The area has recently been forested allowing the sun to dry and harden the road. There are signs of moose as the road leading further up towards the top of the hill is littered with moose dung. We turn yet again and drive up onto a broad plateau at which point Darren’s GPS begins to chirp and he indicates that the mystery falls is 200 or so meters into the woods to the south.
Truck parked the three of us follow the GPS into the forest eventually arriving at the edge of the ravine. The scent of cedar encapsulates the area. Slowly we descend into the basin. Walking along the floor is surreal. The carpet of moss is so thick that it appears that we are walking on air. The moss has grown over the gaps between the boulders hiding potential hazards. Thick foliage exacerbates our progress to the brook we can hear but cannot see except for the telltale reflection of sunlight from the waterfall.
Standing at the base of this waterfall is refreshing as the wind swirls the spray back into our face. Tough to photograph but refreshing.