Birthday Weekend at Lake Spaulding
Birthday weekend, marked with a chocolate cake — strawberries, little chamomile flowers pressed into the frosting, candles that never made it into the top before the writing went on. The cake came first; the lake came after.
We drove out from Truckee to Lake Spaulding and spent most of the day working along the shore. The water is low enough that the walking was all rock — a wide gravel band between the trees and the edge, with old driftwood and boulders to pick through. Around one point a whole fleet of kayaks was pulled up on the gravel, reds and greens and one aluminum boat with a motor, their owners somewhere out on the water.
The far end of the lake climbs into granite, and the wind kept the surface moving all afternoon. Somebody was standing way out in the shallows, too far off to tell if they were fishing.