I decided to join friends for fireworks, and they told me they knew a primo spot for watching them. “Okay, great!” I said. And when we got to the spot to stake out our seats, I realized there was a problem: there was a giant rock outcropping in the way. And we were nearly half a mile from the rocks. Not ideal. Another big tip-off – no one was around to compete for good spots.
“Uh, aren’t the fireworks on the other side of that ridge?” I asked.
“Oh, don’t worry – they shoot them really high. We’ll have no problem seeing them.”
Right. That was the best shot of the bunch. And it barely peeped over the ridge, and I shot this with my crappy “big-big” zoom, because we were so far away. Oh well. Next time I’ll listen to my intuitions! We had a good time otherwise.