Thanksgiving Day at Donner Lake
Thanksgiving morning up in Truckee, and the first thing to do was walk down to Donner Lake. Fresh snow on everything — the rocks along the shore, the driftwood, the beach itself — and the water still open, gray under the cloud cover.
We followed the creek back through the trees, where the snow was untouched except for animal tracks along the bank. A pair of ducks were working the still water there, barely making a ripple.
By midday the clouds had burned off and the whole lake changed. Blue sky, the peaks at the west end white all the way down, and mist still hanging over the far shore where the sun hadn't reached it yet. The geese were out in numbers, dozens of them drifting near the rocks in the shallows. The water was clear enough to see the stones and pinecones on the bottom a good way out.
Cold enough that steam was coming off the surface where the sun hit it. We walked the shoreline until it was time to head back for dinner. The geese didn't move for anyone.