Prejudgment Interest and Finality of Judgment - June 2007 - Appellate Practice
| Publication year | 2007 |
| Pages | 57 |
| Citation | Vol. 36 No. 6 Pg. 57 |
2007, June, Pg. 57. Prejudgment Interest and Finality of Judgment - June 2007 - Appellate Practice
June 2007
Vol. 36, No. 6 [Page 57]
Appellate Practice
Prejudgment Interest and Finality of Judgment
by Andrew M. Low
The weekend weather was predicted to be sunny and unseasonably warm for mid-June. Susan Victor had been telling me all winter to stay in shape, because she and her husband, Rod, were going to invite me to climb a fourteener with them. So, I wasn't particularly surprised when she called at the office Thursday afternoon to suggest we climb Mt. Elbert, the highest mountain in the state. "We'll pick you up at 4:00 a.m. on Saturday," she said.
After dinner that night, I found my old leather hiking boots at the back of the closet. I cleaned off the dust and dried mud, and gave them a fresh coat of waterproofing. These days, everyone wears boots that look like running shoes on steroids, with a waterproof/breathable liner, but I had hiked a lot of miles in these boots and wasn't about to switch. I found my mid-size ascent pack in the garage and began gathering the clothing and equipment that I thought I might need for the climb.
Saturday morning, Susan and Rod were right on time. Still yawning in the predawn darkness, I loaded my gear into the back of their SUV. Traffic was light at that hour, so it took only two hours to drive to Leadville. Rod found the turn-off, and we bumped down dirt roads for several miles to the trailhead at Halfmoon Creek campground. Although it was predicted to be clear and 70 degrees later in the day, it was only a few degrees above freezing just after dawn. I laced up my boots, put on a fleece jacket, and shouldered my pack. Grabbing my adjustable-length ski poles, I followed Susan and Rod up the trail.
Rod set a slow pace at first, because we were stiff and cold. The first mile and a half was a steep climb out of the valley, and I began puffing like a steam engine. Before long, though, my breathing fell into a rhythm, and I began to look around and enjoy the scenery. The trail ascended through thick stands of ponderosa pine. At first it was dark and still, but shafts of sunlight soon began to reach through the trees. By the time we reached the ridge and emerged onto the sunny east face of the mountain, the air had warmed considerably. We stopped, stowed...
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