These roads have been here since the 1800s, used for logging and connecting communities that sprang up around mills in these woods. Not far form here there was once a sizable mill town called
Pino Grande (pronounced PINE-oh grand). Today there's nothing left. It was made of wood, after all. Some of these old roads used to be railroad grades.
Rock Creek Road goes to the town of Mosquito, or Swansboro, as the modern developers prefer to call their rural subdivision built on the old town site. I go up Mosquito Road a ways and get this view to the south across the canyon of the South Fork of the American River. I'll be heading down into it shortly. Pino Grande used to put lumber and logs on rail cars and send cars and all across that canyon on an aerial tramway to a sister mill in Camino. There's old movie footage of it around that's worth watching.
Along Mosquito Road I encounter this small logging operation, probably a thinning project. A couple of guys using this equipment can do more work than a whole crew of fallers, buckers, choke-setters, skidders used to do.
There are just a few muddy spots with that nasty red clay. Rock Creek Road was mostly carved into a hillside of slate, so it isn't like this.
Going down Mosquito Road to the Mosquito bridge across the South Fork, you really don't want to lose your brakes. There are several of these switchbacks, and it's really steep. A sign at the top reminds drivers to yield to uphill traffic.
This little one-lane suspension bridge gets a lot more traffic than you'd think because this route is a lot shorter than the alternative. This bridge is scheduled for replacement with a modern one that will span the canyon much higher on the canyon wall, which should do wonders for property values in Mosquito...I mean Swansboro.
Climbing up the other side of the canyon is almost as steep and twisty, but not quite. When Mosquito Road intersects Union Ridge Road I turn left and head east toward Camino, via Apple Hill, avoiding Hwy 50. I feel kind of sorry for this pickup. It just sits there year after year serving as a prop for a touristy Christmas tree farm or apple orchard, not sure which.
Nearing Camino, I pass the remains of the last independent sawmill in the area, Michigan-California, which closed 10-15 years ago. All the timber cut in the region is now trucked to a large mill in the Sacramento Valley near the town of Lincoln.
