This list includes most of the more common plants to be found on the Modoc National Forest in California, USA as well as plants of some particular note, especially rare plants known or suspected to occur there. If you click on the genus, you will be taken to the page for the genus only; you must click on the specific epithet to be taken to the page for that particular species.
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The bearded man and the lad in his teens,
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And from the fields the Flow’rs and Plants allure,”
—Andrew Marvell (1621–1678)
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—Henry David Thoreau (1817–1862)