We made it to Whitehorse in time for Angel’s appointment. She has now been to veterinarians in ten states and one Canadian territory. Yikes! But we were anxious to leave the city to a more remote destination hoping to catch the Northern Lights yet again.
Our destination was a territorial park by Squanga Lake which we had seen on our way north and looked like a pretty setting for watching the Aurora.
Road Name: Alaska Highway
Road Type: 2-lane
Road Conditions: Generally good with frost heaves west of Whitehorse
Miles Today: 211
Driving Time: 4:15
Total Miles in Canada: 3090
Total Miles since entering Canada: 5454
We arrived to find the campground almost full, but we got the last campsite that fit our size RV!
Usually, we are on the lookout for the Northern Lights just around midnight. The campground was very forested, so I decided to walk out and take a peek around 11 p.m. And I saw lights beginning to flash across the sky.
Hector and I quickly made our way to the dock and he set up his equipment. I have to mention that Hector does not have the best lens for capturing images of the Aurora. But he was determined. Each of the previous two times that he photographed the Northern Lights he learned something. He is nothing if not persistent.
The Aurora was above us, next to us, in front of us and behind us. Hector said he needed multiple cameras on tripods.
As we watched, the colors got deeper and more intense.
The movement was swift, yet graceful, it really was like a beautiful dance.
The colors were much brighter than our two previous experiences. There was a bright green and a bright pink as well as white which is supposedly rare. This time the colors in the sky were as intense as the ones in the camera.
For about fifteen minutes the Aurora danced nonstop over the entire sky.
It was like streamers unfurling on New Year’s Eve.
It was crazy, beautiful, fabulous, spectacular, stunning, amazing and thrilling. And yet there are no words to truly describe it.
The pretty half moon hovered over the lake with soft green lights around it. It was as if the Northern Lights were showing their respects to the moon.
Now that the lights were more subtle, Hector took a photograph of me on the dock. Then we watched as the softer Aurora gently spread out like wings across the sky.
The gentleman that had just arrived offered to take a photo of both of us and used a photography technique called “painting” – his wife used a flashlight to light up the dark foreground (us and the dock) against the bright background. It was not perfect but it was a good attempt.
Then, everyone else left and we stayed a little while longer. We watched the Northern Lights for almost an hour and a half.
But we were basking in the joy of having been there when the sun danced with the stars.