This is the Fall River, heading for the confluence of the Feather, visible down canyon. Descend to the wooden overlook directly opposite the falls. Below the overlook barn swallows keen and swoop eerily. Once I watched a bald eagle preening in a tree, resting between fishing forays into Lake Oroville. Upstream look for ouzels and listen for the melodious song of black-headed grosbeaks.
Most folks go down to the overlook, ooh and aah, then turn around.
I encourage you to hike upstream to the cyclone fence visible at the lip of the falls for a thrilling look down the torrent's throat, or up to the meadow upriver. My day hike was on the ridge behind the overlook to see different views of Bald Rock and glimpse the lake. A foothills phenomenon that I especially enjoy is stumbling upon domestic flowers in the middle of nowhere. Irises, roses, lilacs, vinca, or fruit trees indicate a former homestead. This meadow has blooming apple trees, lilacs, roses and vinca, the remnant of the Watsons' homestead, an Indian family.