Tonight wolfie and I took a hike down one of our favorite trails that, in the past couple weeks, has been logged so extensively that I barely recognize it. Mature poplar but, still, the change is ugly and sad. Two different loggers-- one who left virtually no waste; and another who left half of it to rot. Need I point out the one I like the least? Now nearly all the places I go have been logged. And I'm beginning to miss trees. Dearly.