Losing Arapaho

<p>Wind swept across the mountains and a bitter chill hung in the air. Snow blanketed the landscape, having fallen overnight. Six of us trudged through it single file, heads down, stumbling occasionally in the gales. Above us, clouds sped, blanketing the stone walls and peaks of the Continental Divide. Below us, the North Fork of Middle Boulder Creek flowed eastward through a U-shaped valley, from its headwaters to the reservoirs of Boulder, Colorado, 20 miles away.</p> <p>It was August, but the chilled conditions were typical of an altitude of 13,000 feet in the Rockies. Our destination lay above, at Arapaho Saddle, where we hoped to get a view of an alpine glacier tucked in a cirque between two peaks. Not just any glacier though: Arapaho Glacier is the largest and, as some would say, the&nbsp;<em>last</em>&nbsp;alpine glacier in the state of Colorado.</p> <p><a href="https://medium.com/@quentinsepter/losing-arapaho-fbabdc056dd6"><strong>Read More</strong></a></p>
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