Re: the Aurora Borealis
I first saw the Aurora Borealis in the wee hours of the morning while traveling from Rumford to Lake Webb back in 1958.
It was one of those late summer Maine nights where the fog was settling into the low points of the road, such that you dipped down into it and then rose out of it, sort of like flying through clouds.
I noticed that there seemed to be fog in the northern sky. But it was faintly multi-colored. Soon, we pulled over, turned off the headlights, and enjoyed the best display of streamers, searchlights, and shimmering curtains of color I've ever seen.
Why did I climb the mountain? Because I was there.
- Mak