But when we do get to witness that swirling, waltzing kaleidoscope of greens, purples and reds we are still left with that ‘punch to the stomach’ winded feeling that same as everyone else every time.
My first time was at Nellim, we had just finished dinner and were heading back to our cabin before the nights activities.
What started as a small green streak, developed into huge blazes of red and purple as it pulled and pushed itself across the sky.
My initial rabid screaming subsided and the sense of awe and wonderment took over me and left me mute. As if on some mild altering drug time quite literally ceased to exist, to this day I have no idea where those 4 hours went. At some point we must have head down to Lake Inari as eventually became aware of my surroundings again I was laid on my back on the frozen lake staring skyward.
One of the best experiences of my life…