The trees here are so tall and skinny, and hold all their branches at the top. The branches are called widowmakers, because they fall without warning at the slightest breeze and come down on you like a spear.
We usually wear helmets at work. And even some days when we’re just walking from the car to the lodge. The slightest wind has the trees shedding their branches all over the roads like dead skin.
Also, the pine cones here, the noble firs I believe, are called mouse butt pinecones. They look like little butts of mice, and the natives have a story of the coyotes chasing the mice up the trees, and them getting stuck in the pine cones.