Logging is a constant in Yosemite.  Not as a commercial enterprise but as a necessary “evil” to control disease and drought damage.  During the week you can hear the chainsaws working.  You can’t imagine how happy the park people have been with all the rain that’s fallen in the last five days.  A couple of times the campground has been a lake so we visitors don’t necessarily share their glee.  Spring runoff helps with drought effects downstream but only good rain helps the forest.

This tree was several hundreds of years old.  I should have placed something on it for scale but the diameter of this stump is about three and a half to four feet.  The dark spots are marks from wedges.

Old school coffee.  No way to use the Keurig here. 🙂  Actually real old school coffee would be boil the grounds in a pot and let them settle to the bottom before pouring.  I’ve had this four cup camping percolator since I was going to the boundary waters as a teen ager.  And I didn’t even drink coffee back then.