Early in May, I travelled the short distance to Algonquin Park with my son. After visiting Ragged Falls and hearing and experiencing its mighty thunder, we went in search of a waterfall that I had seen only once before. I had suspicions that this waterfall existed only in the spring when the water was high. We crept along the highway while our eyes combed the edge of the forest ... suddenly, there it was! The rocks were stepping stones to where the water spilled out of the lake above. It was such a magical place. There were no bugs to speak of and the roar of the water blocked out all other noise. We were alone with nature and it was utterly peaceful and beautiful.