Crossing the railway, the road makes a climb up a hill that at one time may have formed a natural dam across the river.

Here is a scarred tree on the left where Handsome Jack ran his stage off the bank in 1875, breaking his leg and seriously injuring his passengers.
Crossing the next bridge to the left at the mouth of Squaw Creek, six miles from the Tavern, on a small flat by the side of the river is the site of the town of Claraville, one of the reminders of the Squaw Valley mining excitement.
Just below this bridge is an old log chute, and a dam in the river.
This dam backed up the water and made a "cushion" into which the logs came dashing and splashing, down from the mountain heights above.

They were then floated down the river to the sawmill at Truckee.
At Knoxville we forded the river at a point where a giant split bowlder made a tunnel and the water dashed through with roaring speed.
Retracing our steps for a mile or so we came to the Wigwam Inn, a wayside resort and store just at the entrance to Squaw Valley.

To the right flows Squaw Creek, alongside of which is the bed of the logging railway belonging to the Truckee Lumber Co.

It was abandoned two or three years ago, when all the available logs of the region had been cut.