Over the edge of the dam

Yesterday, in my continuing search for legal, yet relatively unfrequented, places to practice skateboarding, I went early to the Quabbin Reservoir. The sun had only just risen, and mist was coming up from the lake. It formed an arrested wave, breaking over the edge of the Winsor Dam, poised to spill down the other side.

The water was so reflective of the sky that it was like there was no water there at all. Some orange boom had been placed along a portion of the shoreline, cutting off a tiny c...