That Cliché Sunday Drive Feeling
It wasn’t a night of dramatic movements or harsh changes. We casually cruised the Ingraham Trail for some time entering and leaving pockets of clearer and then foggier skies. It almost felt never ending and a game purely of luck, but it was almost soothing. There was no hurry, the aurora was quiet. Then just as we made a small location change toward the middle of the night, just a little clear sky opened up and not long after some very quick pinks danced along the horizon.