There’s something enchanted about the fern groves and clear pools around Cattail Falls. It has to do with the quiet sound of the trickling waterfall and the silent drifting of golden leaves. It’s the isolation of the place, hidden down in a desert canyon. It’s the thick humidity of the air and the feeling of cool stone rocks under bare feet and hands as you climb to reach the water. It’s the secrecy of an unmarked place, discovered through stories passed on from traveller to traveller. It’s the sudden flush of verdant life in a seemingly barren landscape.