We found a brand new vantage point, one I never knew existed before. This is especially important because I, as an overly sentimental chap, have so many stargazing memories from the past. I have yet to make many of them with my wife, so this is a fitting start!
On the way back into town on Highway 83, I got a surprise – a green Dodge 4×4 heading straight at us in the southbound lane! I dodged him and called 911. One can only assume that he came (drunk) from the Burnt Creek Club. I hope the HP’s got him. My friend Henry Weber, one of my first friends when I moved to North Dakota and started 5th grade, was killed by a similar drunk idiot who got on the wrong lane of I-94 and struck the car Henry was riding in head-on. There is NO punishment too severe for drunk drivers, even ones that don’t succeed in causing an accident.
That’s a whole different blog entry, though. Thank God he steered us clear of that drunk guy and allowed me to come home and tell you, at 2:43 in the morning, about the glorious Northern Lights that graced our evening…and show you this picture. I may post more from tonight as well, because we took them from several locations and while the lights were doing several different things. You’d hardly believe they were all in the same night!