A mess of excitement

It was early in the night after another warming April day. Temperatures would again reach for close to -20 overnight, but we were barely -10 by the time we parked, and after this winter, that may as well have been Mexico to me.

So after a much shorter than anticipated drive from town, we did stop just off the side of the highway to mostly clear sky before a threatening cloud bank in the distance. From the car, we scurried away and down a short path to our waiting aurora.
In a mess of excitement, running from side to side, camera bags and clothing quickly became strewn across the snow covering the frozen pond we had set up on.

Fleeting moments of calm allowed us, or me at least, to catch our (my) breath before another wave of spectacular colour and dance lifted overhead. The magic once again felt endless and overwhelming.

Then finally, as auroral activity waned, and parkas were reclaimed from the snow, we very slowly packed our tripods and cameras away leaving just my binoculars set up focused to the moonrise on the horizon. We waited patiently for the most gorgeous view of it before eventually making our short drive back to town after another, literally, breathtaking night.