I thought I was working through a packet of waterfall postcards, but here is a fall not of water but of fire. Burning embers were pushed off a cliff at 9:00 nightly during the summer, the capstone of a pageant that took place in the camp below. It took place from 1872 to 1968, interrupted by business failures, war, and environmental concerns. It was halted for good during the Nixon administration. The director of the National Park Service at the time said the spectacle was as appropriate as horns on a rabbit.
This card was mailed in July, 1930 from someone named Lollis to her Aunt Nellie in New York City. I can’t say I’ve heard this name before, but an internet search reveals some examples. Lollis described the sight as beautiful.