Way back in my mid-twenties, several friends and I hiked to the edge of a broad, broken glacier on the flanks of Mount Baker, a two-mile-high, snow-white volcano located thirty miles east of Bellingham, Washington. The natives called it Koma Kulshan, loosely translated as the “Great White Watcher.” It’s a fitting name. The mountain rises higher than any…
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