I had to smile when I saw the picture of the log trailer backed off a bank and read that the loader had to walk three miles to get him pulled out. Back when I was working summers logging with my Dad in N. Calif, we were up above Callahan at the SW end of Scott Valley, about forty miles West of Yreka. We were logging up under a mountain lookout named Bolivar and did most hauling off of a new road built to modern (1960's) specs. However we had just moved out near the end of the sale and an older road down the hill that was built in the 1940's was shorter.
I was doing fire watch after the crew had gone home the first day we used the new road and was fueling a D7 when someone spoke to me and I just about jumped through the canopy, because there was not supposed to be anyone within fifteen miles or so. Turns out it was the last log truck driver who was loaded that day. There was a big switchback down about a mile and he had not swung wide enough before making the left hand corner. When he got his Pete stopped, only the drivers were still on the road and everything forward was sticking out over thin air. He was a little white around the gills, but we walked the Cat down to where he was sitting and hooked some chokers around the trailer. He clambered gingerly up on the drivers and forward into the cab and told me not to pull too hard because that would pull the trailer out from under the load. I pulled while he reversed and we got him back onto solid ground and then he was off down the hill.
It made a great story that night where we were staying and I felt pretty proud as a 17 year old kid. Sorry no pictures to show, as there was no camera and the driver declined to re-stage the event for posterity.