Light industry was just about to open early on a Friday, just south of Dunsmuir, California.

A woman was dressed and walking her dog by the railroad tracks.

Two cars and a pickup truck were parked in front of a house surrounded by forest.

A sign at the edge of town read, "EagleS."

Four workers stood by the back of a pickup truck and appeared about to begin their day.

A sign on the train station identified this town as, "Dunsmuir CA."

Two natural gas cylinders lined the dirt next to the train tracks.

Dawn just began to kiss the tops of the forest that morning.

A dark river ran below the train tracks. In the distance, dawn was just beginning to kiss the tree tops.