Big trees grow on the banks of the Wind River. They also grow old. Many of these giants are centuries old; a good guess would 300 years at least.
For a little scale, that’s a 6’2″ Mr. Mudlips using his wingspan to measure the circumference of the tree – 5.5 spans around for this one.
But trees are not immortal and as they age they die, lean, and eventually fall across the path of the river. That’s good news for the aquatic critters as the downed wood creates pools, shades the water, and enriches the stream with organic nutrients.
In the campground, trees are cored to test for age and health. When a rotten interior foretells a catastrophic fall for a tree, it’s cut. But, the cycle begins again as the stump nurses seedlings into life.