One of the best things about living where I do is there’s so many places to explore. Mountains to climb, abandoned parks to investigate, beautiful old forest, splendid beaches, and waterfalls, lots of waterfalls. The region of Alstonville, fast becoming in my book the land of waterfalls, was rumoured to have another tumbling beauty I hadn’t been to – Marom Creek Falls, otherwise known as Marom Falls.
Now I’m not going to tell you how to get there, as I’m upholding the etiquette of secret spots (ESS). Although I will tell you it’s in Rous Mill, a town seven kilometres outside of Alstonville that lays claim to having the first commercial orchard of macadamia trees in the world (circa 1880s).
After winding through bonny meadows and forested hills with my expectant three-year-old, I pulled over at the trail entrance. Of the falls in this area I’ve seen so far, Marom is my favourite, in large part because of the walk to get there. It’s a beautiful trail, about 500 metres long, that winds up and down several hills over splendid pastoral countryside.
Like Dalwood Falls, this is another spot that’s unofficially established, as you have to climb under a fence to get there and the falls tumble on private land. Of course the owner knows this, and as far as I’m aware there’s never been a problem.
After five or so minutes, you’ll arrive at the top of the falls – a ridgy-didge clifftop/bush setting. It’s a gorgeous place to take some time out from the world, to wind down an incessantly whirring mind and just be. Here there’s enough flatland to relax, have a picnic, and there’s even a small pool and cascade at the top.
However, to reach the bottom of the falls you must either jump three metres into the pool below (not an option with a three-year-old), or you can climb around the falls, following a trail to the bottom.
Reaching the bottom, we went for a swim and found the water refreshing – a chalky emerald oasis. A fellow bather told me they had seen a turtle in the pool earlier on. Shortly after, we attracted several hungry eels after my son disposed of half his sandwich.
I spent the rest of the morning sitting under the shade of a fig tree, relaxing. Watching people do flips, talking to folk, trying to get my three-year-old to sit still (a foolish task) and taking photos. I also enjoyed just looking, as the chalky water contrasts wonderfully with the slate cliffs, algae and surrounding bushland.
Marom Falls is a great spot to laze about, and as I mentioned, there’s a turtle living in there somewhere. Let me know if you spot her.