A Few Early July Days on Lake Tahoe
A few early July days strung together on the north shore. The first night the moon came up through the pines behind the house, bright enough to show the clouds moving past it, and that set the pattern — every evening after that ended down at the water.
Two sunsets in a row from the Placer County side. The first went orange over the moored powerboats off the beach; the second pulled paddleboarders and kayakers out past the buoys while the sky burned behind the mountains across the lake. Near Moon Dunes the rental rafts sat stacked in yellow rows by the road, ready for the holiday crowd.
The middle of one day went to the boat. We ran along the shore under big cumulus, the forested slopes coming down to a thin line of sand, the water so blue past the shelf it looked dyed. From the bow there was nothing between us and the far shore but chop. The horn on the deck rail never got used.