I don't think you can ever enter the small town of Carlisle for the first time without getting the feeling you are either lost, or made a wrong turn. I got the feeling that everyone knows everyone as I stepped out of my vehicle to ask for directions to 'Progreston Falls' (not Progesterone as I was pronouncing it). You may want to take a few minutes practicing how to saying it properly, or maybe that's just me. After being given direction to turn off of Centre Street onto Progreston Road and go to the end, we were on our way once more.
You will pass a General store, a few homes and an enormous church. The sun was setting quickly so this would be the last waterfall to view before it tucked away completely out of sight. At the very end of the street, Progreston turns to the left where you can park on the right hand side. On ground level you can see some views of the the Falls. It's 6.6 metres high and 16.5 metre wide 'terraced-curtain waterfall'. I was actually blown away by the power of this waterfall. I found out later that this town, now considered a 'ghost town' with a handful of people was once the hub of power for the community in the early 19th century, but by the 1950's progress had made this town almost obsolete to leave just a handful of residents.