Beautiful Pan! Always enjoy to see some Whites Gulch Gold
I grew up in an old cabin on the flat to the left when you cross whites gulch bridge- piss firs burnt it down in the late 80's. There was another cabin just up the hill to the left, before gated logging road that my cousins and aunt lived in. My Grandpa owned and built the fenced in shop, pond etcetera that you come to just up the road. Grandpa and Dad mined the main stem salmon from above the bride to below the mouth of whites gulch from 1969 - late ninety's. Dad let them go to the 49ers without my knowing. Sad Fact - but eras change.
The hole above the bridge has filled in a lot but at one time it was a good 15" deep and we kids would watch grandpa pulling enormous boulders out of the river with the D8 while Dad sucked up everything in sight with the good old 8". Dads always saying, Grandpa and I got over 22O Ounces there above the bridge in "81" at todays prices wow, then $19 an ounce. Grandpas been dead since early 2000's but my dad's still on the river, working as he has for the last 20+ yrs as a county road worker keeping the roads passable all season long. As for the log trucks I could tell some stories but in general it wasn't as bad as now with all the flatlanders, drunk teenagers, and bicyclists because everyone had CB's and kept in constant contact calling out mile markers(a kids favorite duty in those days).
The story of the D8 getting walked through the bluffs is familiar. Delnorter - possibly you new my grandpa, his name was Spike Robinson, my dads name is Jack Robinson and I am Adam Robinson.
Happy Days - Happy Hunting