by Mike Rosso “This won’t last long.” My hiking pal David LaVercombe and I had just taken refuge underneath a cluster of fragrant spruce trees as the storm raged around us. We were about three miles up Greens Creek Trail when we first heard the thunder. Then came the raindrops – cool and refreshing at first, then the inevitable roar as the skies burst wide open. Now we had to shout to be heard. The violent cracks of lightning were becoming more frequent above us up on the ridge of the Continental Divide, but we were relatively cozy in our ...