Bash Bish Falls

The falls carry a old story tied to the Mohican people, whose homeland stretched across this part of the upper Hudson and Housatonic valleys. In the tale as it has been passed down, a woman named Bash Bish was accused of a crime and condemned, and as she was cast into the gorge, butterflies were said to have gathered around her and she vanished into the mist of the falls. Later her daughter, White Swan, is said to have followed her into the water. Like many such stories retold over the years, its details have shifted in the telling, and it is best held as legend rather than settled history.

The Mohican people, whose descendants today are the Stockbridge-Munsee Band of Mohicans, lived across the Berkshire and Taconic country for a very long time before European settlement pushed them westward. The name Bash Bish has often been said to echo the sound of the twin cascades striking the rocks, and whatever its origin, it has stuck to this place for centuries.

Bash Bish Brook gathers on the high Taconic plateau and then cuts sharply down toward the valley, and the falls mark the point where the water drops off the harder rock of the uplands. The stone here is ancient, folded and metamorphosed over hundreds of millions of years as the Taconic Mountains were built, and the brook has spent long ages carving its narrow gorge down through it.

The famous split at the base comes from a massive block of rock that fell into the channel and now stands squarely in the path of the falling water. The stream divides around it into two ribbons and drops into a deep, cold plunge pool. Below the falls the brook continues down through the gorge and eventually crosses into New York, where it flows on through Taconic State Park.

There are two ways to reach Bash Bish Falls. From the Massachusetts side, a short but steep and rocky trail drops down from the upper parking area to the base of the falls, a route that rewards a bit of effort with a direct, dramatic arrival at the gorge. It is not a long walk, but the footing is uneven and the descent is real, so good shoes and a careful pace matter.

For a gentler approach, many visitors start on the New York side in Taconic State Park, where a longer and more level trail follows the brook upstream to the same falls. Either way, swimming and wading are not permitted, both to protect the fragile gorge and because the rocks and pools have proven dangerous over the years. The falls are best enjoyed with your feet on solid ground and your camera ready.

The gorge is a pocket of cool, shaded hemlock and hardwood forest, and it holds the kind of life that likes moist, rocky places. Watch for the flash of a warbler in spring, listen for the drum of a woodpecker, and look along the wet rock for salamanders. Black bear, bobcat, and deer range through the surrounding forest, and hawks and ravens ride the updrafts along the Taconic ridge.

Spring is when the falls run loudest, fed by snowmelt and rain, and the forest wakes in green. Summer is cool and shaded in the gorge, a welcome escape on a warm day. Fall sets the surrounding hills ablaze with color and is many visitors' favorite time. Winter turns the falls into a scene of ice and snow, striking but treacherous, when the steep trail can become genuinely dangerous and is best left to the well prepared.

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