So named for the barely visible painting of an archer behind the pounding curtain of water, Archer Falls occurs where the Boulder River drops off of a cliff, plummeting into a roiling pool lined with treacherously smooth stones. From there the water streams off down many previously dry runnels in the dirt, appearing like a tentacled monster when looked down upon from the ivy-laden cliff. Only one path leads to the top of the cliff, and a slippery one indeed, although it is often braved by youths who seek to fling themselves into the dark pool for a rush of adrenaline.
