Jen and Dave: Adventuring

There is something about the North. Quiet, open spaces, bright snow and dark, dark nights, illuminated only by the dancing lights of the Aurora borealis.

We arrived Thursday night after a comfortable flight on Air North, complete with complimentary coffee cake, cheese and grapes. After a quick stop at Tim’s and Superstore, we headed out of town to the delightful Inn on the Lake, a beautiful log building with cozy furniture, a delicious smelling kitchen, and friendly people.

This time we were staying a few houses down from the main building in Kodiak Suite, a one bedroom apartment with a living room pull out and windows on three sides, so you can look south to the lake in the daytime and north at night for the elusive Aurora.

It was half past nine when a tinge started on the horizon, a faint green glow of promise. It brightened slowly, and at midnight we got dressed to go out and down the road a few houses to a dark spot.

It was beautiful. Magical. Enchanting. And then it hit better and better, galloping into a crescendo at 12:45, when the peak was marked by an arc encircling the sky. We were here, and alive, and it breathed the cold crisp air with us.