A third of the way up Okemo Mountain in Vermont, you can spread a blanket in a field, recline on your back, and wait for fireworks, which are ignited from across a pond. They seem to spider across the sky much lower than other fireworks that I’ve seen; they seem touchable and more thrilling. And because you’re on a mountain, the noise booms and echoes and sometimes even makes your ribcage hum.
In true Vermont fashion, Okemo’s Fourth of July fireworks are small-scale. But you can smell the trees all around, and it’s neither hot nor crowded.
In Simply From Scratch, Okemo is sort of a sub-setting. Some key scenes take place there, in both winter and spring. It’s been a getaway destination for me for years; I ski there in the winter, hike in the summer. Some of my favorite memories take place on a certain back deck in Plymouth, just a few towns from Okemo. I suppose it makes sense that such an important place in my life would find its way into my first novel.
Anyway, I’d love to know: What’s your favorite place to see fireworks?
P.S. Happy Fourth!