Late August Weekend in Truckee
Up at the cabin in Truckee for a late August weekend. The place looks the same as ever — red logs, the stone chimney, the old wagon wheel still leaning against it — though the ferns along the side steps have filled in more than I remembered.
Walked up the hill behind the neighborhood to the open spot at the top. Haze sat over the far ridges but you could still pick out the ski runs across the valley, and the rooftops down below through the manzanita. Everything up there is dry and gold now, end-of-summer dry.
Later, over to Donner Lake. The water was busy — cars parked all along the lake road, a single sailboat out in the middle catching the wind. Sat on the deck for a while and watched it work its way across.