Another common sight was logging trucks. Much of the area is national forest, but there are private timber company lands as well. A log truck barreling along winding mountain roads with no guard rails is a force to be respected.
Plumas National Forest. After picking up sandwiches in the charming small town of Greenville, and keeping a sharp eye out, we spotted the parking lot for Indian Falls, where a short walk rewarded us with this view of the small falls on the left:
We ended up back in civilization, such as it is. I enjoyed the next day in Reno--people watching in the casino, exploring the town on foot, buying a pretty pendant in a pawn shop--but I am not of a gambling temperament and rued the $10 I lost on the slots.