We were hiking in the Gallatin canyon today on a trail that follows the river. We stopped to take a break and Scherzo ran up above us a bit when I heard a crack come from a big doug fur tree that had fallen recently and was leaning above Scherzo. It was held up by just a few branches, not even propped, just suspended by some of its branches and the other trees. I called the dog, she was maybe fifteen feet off, and she walked over to me. A second later a branch gave, then another, and whomp the tree dropped right where she was. They call those half fallen trees widow makers, but I’ve never seen one so big fall on its own before. I could feel it hit in my feet.