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Three nights ago, we chased clear skies, stopping and peeking up for a faint streak of the lights every twenty kilometres ultimately ending many hours later with but an image or two of the faintest aurora you can imagine. We always know these nights come, but you just want to pretend they can't exist.
Then after two nights without any guests for tour, I face planted into the new IKEA catalogue at home, enjoying dozens of candles, almost as many cups of tea, and all the hygge in the world before being asleep by 1am both nights - which apparently helps beat a three week cold. Perfectly timed.
And tonight - less than 20 kilometres outside of Yellowknife, we found an arc of aurora quickly on the move south, and after just enough time to perfect infinity focus on a new lens... substorm.