It's the perfect time of year. Deep twilight skies during the peak of auroral activity. Really good auroral activity last night.
Well, kind of, anyway.
We saw her, but it was about as faint as you can imagine. It was the ultimate tease. Gorgeous purples on the camera, a little green, but she disappeared under a completely full moon within minutes. And that's all we got.
If it does anything for you, it helps you appreciate the journey, the chase, and the mystery. That is for certain.
It's the time of year when AuroraMAX is only live for a few hours a night because of the long daylight hours, so it's not uncommon for us to now be out before they go live, and still be out after they've switched off because of, you know, sunrise. And after getting skunked on the 20th, I can't tell you how much better it feels when you're not still waiting for your first glimpse of the aurora after 3a, and on the road driving home as it approaches 4a with the sky brightening, after you drove out into the countryside at sunset.
Strange times, indeed.
It was the lightning storm of my life. So what did I do? Drive down to old town to walk up to Pilot's Monument, where there's a fair sized metal tower, of course. But as the storm rolled in closer, we scurried off to the Ingraham Trail and watched it disappear to the north from Vee Lake. The mix of sheet and fork lightning were almost constant, and the thunder eerily unfamiliar for the probably hour and a half, two hours.
Anyway, we should be back to our usual evening chases tomorrow night...
And the only cure, is more aurora.
It's been an unbelievable 48 hours with these four ladies from Calgary, and as I told them, I personally haven't experienced back to back nights so amazing in all of the eight years I've been chasing these lights around the globe.
Nothing could have been more perfect.