I had fireworks. Big, professional, loud fireworks.
Just after dark, fireworks started on the mountain. They were located not far from the cabin, somewhere along the edge of one of the bunny hills. Trees veiled portions of the display, but I could still see enough to be impressed.
I walked out to the end of my driveway to see a little better. My nearest neighbor, a Roundtop employee, had walked out to the lane, too. He had no idea what it was all about either.
With nature’s fireworks flashing through the sky in the background, and manmade fireworks overpowering the thunder, it was quite a show and lasted a good 15 minutes.
As far as I knew or could see, nothing was going on down around the lodge to justify fireworks. I’d just walked the dogs not 15 minutes before, and the ski area was as vacant as you’d expect a ski area to be on a hot Thursday evening in June.
So who was setting off fireworks and why? I have no idea. Sometimes it’s best just to take little surprises as they come and not get too picky about the details.
There was even a finale.