I was minding my own business when a windstorm came in and started making the trees creak. As I sat next to my campfire I heard a snap, pop and I watched a big green pine slow make its descent to earth 50 feet away. I was in the middle of a meadow surrounded by aspens and pines and thought I'd be ok.
I went off for a little hike and came back to find a large aspen toppled over pointing away from my tent. Had the wind blown in a different direction I'd not have a tent. The ground was a bit soggy from all the snow melt so I guess that made the wind a bit more effective at knocking over the trees. The wind then calmed down and I was treated to snow and rain with a claps of thunder for the night.
I thought I was in a safe place no dead trees around, but it looks like you always have to think in the backcountry, “How would this kill me,” anytime you set up your tent.