This is a close-up view of the scene shown in the seventeenth photo of the Chéticamp River photo essay. It was taken on my first hike on this trail on a generally cloudy day at the very start of summer.
This view is the same as the previous one, but from a somewhat lower perspective and on a sunnier day later in summer. It is a really beautiful spot where I spent fourteen minutes and could easily have spent a couple of hours: the waters cascading over the falls cast a hypnotic spell and the mountains rising above induce feelings of awe and peace.
The river’s channel above the falls at the former bridge site is suprisingly narrow, coursing between the blocks of exposed bedrock which have been scraped bare, most likely by powerful spring run-offs. A more agile and less clumsy person than myself might well be tempted to leap across some of the narrower portions of the stream above the falls. Since I hike alone, I was sufficiently risk-averse to decide against any such attempts; a wet foot is one thing, but a scraped knee or broken bone is quite another in a remote, wild place like this one.