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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.
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3 comments:
This sort of thing happens fairly routinely where I live, especially on weekends. It's still unexpected, but not mysterious. There's a country club on a hill about a mile from me, and they have lots of weddings with fireworks. Every other Saturday or so in the summer we'll be watching a movie on television at nightfall and the noise begins. The cats retreat to the basement for the duration.
In England fireworks used to only be seen on November 5th, Guy Fawkes Night. Now it seems they fizz and bang throughout the year. Suits me; I love 'em.
Scott: I think it was a private party down at the tubing lodge that had the fireworks. It was fun at least in part because it was unexpected.
John: I love fireworks,too, though I could do without the accompanying dog barks!
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