Column by Hal Walter
Mountain Life – February 2000 – Colorado Central Magazine
IT OCCURRED TO ME mid-morning on the eve of the new millennium that hanging out at the Walter Manure Glacier and watching the meager snow cover sublimate was no way to usher out a year, much less a century or a millennium.
After all, what if the predictions of gloom and doom were to come true? This could be the last day of the world as I know it, my last chance to have any fun. Why spend it stoking the fire, pounding a keyboard, peering into a plastic box and writing nonsense like this:
