In the centuries since Westerners have bothered jotting it down on maps, New Hampshire's "The Basin" is without a doubt the most divine pothole to ever be blessed by literary and naturalist heroes.
Centuries worth of explorers have meandered through New England's White Mountains, delighted by waterfalls large and small wending their way through picturesque deciduous forests. Yet among the myriad cataracts formed by the Pemigewasset River, even just within Franconia Notch State Park, one glistening feature sets itself apart from the rest.
The Basin, a 30-foot-wide, 15-foot-deep bowl hewn from a torrent of rushing water pouring down the face of a granite cliffs, is a geological masterpiece. Dating back to the Ice Age when a pebble, carried in a stream bed, was trapped in a fissure of igneous rock, The Basin has swirled and churned into its current form. As thunderous, icy blue waters pour into its bowl, the gentle curves of the surrounding rocks rise and fall like great dunes frozen in time. There's something about the site that is mesmerizing. It has been so for generations.
Upon seeing the Basin for the first time in September of 1839, Henry David Thoreau called it "perhaps the most remarkable curiosity of its kind in New England." Similarly, Samuel Eastman described The Basin to early American travelers as, "One of the beautiful haunts of Nature, a luxurious and delicious bath fit for the ablutions of a goddess."
The waterfall pothole is there, right now, raging away, awaiting goddesses.