I'm starting to notice a trend here.
Actually, in Hamilton, Ontario, where I'm originally from, there's a tonne of waterfalls around town, mainly because the city is encircled by the Niagara escarpment, and has a lot of rivers leading up to the edge. There are waterfalls of all shapes and sizes, of all varieties of difficulty to arrive at.
My favourite one has to be the Mt. Albion falls, where I once saw a girl in a skimpy bikini getting some glamour shoots taking place. The funny thing was that the guy doing the shoot (this fat, greasy Italian type) was better at doing the sexy poses than she was. He was miming them from fifty feet away, trying to guide the model, but she just couldn't get it.
I regularly biked the eight kilometers to arrive at the Mt. Albion falls, because at the bottom there are huge, flat rocks, perfect for poetry reading, tai chi, yoga, picnicking, etc.
The above pic is supposed to look like two rivers meeting and turning into a fall. You see things like that sometimes up in Killarney, an Ontarian provincial park.
It's quite a beautiful phenomenon.