Dorwin Falls Park
Access by highway 125 and 337, the park is located at 3102, 1re Avenue
Come and discover the enchanting site of Dorwin Falls, on the Ouareau River and let yourself be charmed by the magic of the Indian Legend of Nipissingue the Sorcerer*. Two lookout points, a 2.5 km ecological trail lined with native flora and the picnic area under the century-old pine forest are the perfect prescription for relaxation for you and your friends.
The name Dorwin provokes several debates. Certain people say Darwin, others Dorwin. The name Dorwin seems right since it perpetuates the memory of Jedediah Hubbell Dorwin, former owner of the land and lumber yard.
Mrs. James Ross gave the land to the municipality in 1944 and later it was granted officially to the Minister of Tourism. On May 16th, 1967, it became a recreational park.
These magnificent falls 60 feet in height, surrounded by a beautiful forest, attract thousands of tourists each year.
Several services offered are:
- Picnic area (barbecue allowed and ash disposal available)
- Four look-outs
- Ecological paths (Interpretation Guide)
See you in the summer of 2020
FOR YOUR OWN SAFETY AND THE SAFETY OF YOUR LOVED ONES,
SWIMMING IS ALLOWED AT THE MUNICIPAL BEACH ONLY
Many moons ago, there lived in the Algonquin hunting grounds, an old Indian sorcerer, the wicked and all-powerful Nipissingue. Very cunning, able and evil, he coveted the lovely Hiawhitha and non dare oppose him.
Unfortunately for the sorcerer, Hiawhitha was deeply Christian and had taken vows to become a nun. Daughter of a chief, tradition did not allow her to refuse marriage, but she had the right to choose her own husband.
Desperate, she decided to give her heart to Arondack, the sworn enemy of Nipissingue.
Whereupon, the sorcerer then launched the Algonquins on the warpath. Nipissingue counted on the fate of the battle to get rid of Arondack… He judged well: Arondack, fatally wounded, made it back to his wigwam. Hiawhitha, the tribe’s healer, sat at his bedside and nursed him.
One day, missing some plants, Hiawhitha made her way to the steep precipice at Dorwin. There at the botton, where a thin rivulet of water trickled, grew a few sarsaparilla roots. In hot pursuit of his prey, Nipissingue sees her and enraged flung himself on her, thereby throwing her into the ravine. Just as Hiawhitha’s body touched the thin rivulet of water, a loud thunderclap reverberated through the gorge and Hiawhitha’s long, white linen robe turned into a magnificent waterfall. Nipissingue, stupefied, stopped and was transformed into stone by the Great Manitou, thus condemned for eternity to hear Hiawhitha’s triumphant song of victory
Photo: M. Gaétan Bordeleau