The Nights of Quiet Heartbreak
The night was perfect. The weather was absolutely beautiful - mostly clear with some passing scattered cloud at a comfortable 8°C. There wasn’t a mosquito to be heard anywhere, only the loons across the lake continually calling.
Six hours earlier at home looking at real time space weather information, it seemed certain it would be a night where everything came together. But nothing is certain in mother nature, and in the few hours from setting pick-up times to arriving in the countryside, auroral conditions had cooled off, significantly. For hours, this unfortunately left us with not much more than just a streak or two discernible only to a sharp eye on the LCD of a camera.