Been thinking about the old days myself.  Spent the weekend chest deep in the Wisconsin forests south of Hayward, where a man with the same name scalped once virgin White Pine forests with the help of others in the name of Manifest Destiny, and where a few of these old giants still tower over glaciated hills.  And with the help of a few good recent netflix tales, can only begin to imagine the barbarism bloated men like these engaged in before the booze beef and cigars took them out, permanently altering the land we continue to change today.

  As this particular area was no doubt once sacred to the natives (there is a lost pipestone quarry nearby), on quiet starlit nights you can readily imagine under a vast pine canopy, these civilizations that prospered for centuries, before a swarm of disease, bigotry, and pestilence overtook them and the trees, and a hardwood forest of maples oak birch and poplar grew in their place.  I like me a good oak or maple tree in the fall though.