Column by Hal Walter
Wildfires – June 2002 – Colorado Central
IN APRIL, AS I was jogging through what is normally a grassy park but is now a sandlot punctuated by sun-scorched, wind-parched, flat-grazed bunches of dead grass, I thought it odd that clouds of grasshoppers flew with every step. There were hundreds of them, like some sort of Biblical prophesy. Grasshoppers in April? I really didn’t need any extra evidence that the climate has truly gone berserk. But this was only the kicker.
