Everything on this entire trip for me is now eclipsed by the fact that last night I saw the Northern Lights for the first time ever. I’ve been stalking the shores of Lake Superior at night, but clouds have taken away any chances of a sighting.
But, here’s the story….I was camped out by the fire, listening to the Detroit Tigers on the radio. I’m a big baseball fan, and to call me rabid about the Tigers probably wouldn’t be too out of line. We had just blown a three-run lead in the top of the 9th, and I couldn’t sit still, waiting for the last 1/2 inning of play. So, I strolled down to the beach.
OMG! I see the dark arc at the horizon, with an equal band of hazy white light above. I tear back to the Fireball, shouting at John to Getupgetdressednorthernlightsoutthere. Snap a leash on Jezzy and bolt back out the door, running for a good viewpoint.
What a show we were treated to for about a half hour. Spears of light pushing out of the light, then fading away. Photos I’ve seen of Northern Lights led me to believe they would be multicolored, but that’s not the case. In any case, it was a dazzling display, which all too soon faded to just a fuzzy whitish halo.
No photos, but an internal picture that I’ll treasure for a lifetime.
PS – Tigers won in the bottom of the 9th. Five games left in the season. We are one game ahead of KC for the Central Division Championship.