Escape the heat at the Cascades

At The Cascades, the river doesn’t fall in one dramatic drop. It moves in layers. Water slides and spills over wide slabs of rock, carving little channels and shallow pools as it goes. After the storm, everything felt alive. The rocks were dark and slick, the current louder than expected, threading through the bush with a steady rush. It wasn’t grand or crowded or signposted to death. It felt tucked away. Raw. The kind of place where you slow down naturally because the ground asks you to pay attention.