Down a lonely dirt road to an unmarked stop, the Morkill river rages with the spring melt. The sheer volume of water flowing in front of you as you stand on the edge of the upper falls warps your perspective and creates a swirling sensation like you’re going to be sucked into a vortex. If you can draw your eyes from the mesmerising flow in front of you two other significant waterfalls, which seem tiny in comparison, also majestically flow down into the drop here. I have done my best to capture one here along with the main fall. We scrambled down some very slippery mossy cliffs to the bottom of the falls however the spray blocked any view from down at the river. It continues to amaze me how many places like this are lurking in Northern British Columbia, that in other countries would be considered national treasures and overrun with development and tourists, yet here are just sitting mostly unnoticed at the end of dirt forestry roads. We camped here the night and did not see another soul, unless you count the black bear which was wandering around the falls.