Fourth of July on Donner Lake
Fourth of July on Donner Lake, and by afternoon the whole lake had the same idea — jet skis running the middle, boats crossing each other's wakes, the water chopped up from shore to shore. We were out in the thick of it, looking west toward Donner Summit, snow still hanging on in patches above the treeline even in July.
Haze settled into the far end toward evening and the motors thinned out. We stayed on the water for the fireworks, which go up from West End Beach — right at the foot of the mountain, so the bursts open against the black of the slope instead of open sky. A couple of paddleboards sat just ahead of us, two people to a board, everybody pointed the same way. The whole west shoreline had become one unbroken string of lights by then, campfires and porch bulbs run together.
The last big one was gold, drooping arms of it, and it hung over its own reflection until the smoke drifted across and covered it up.