Last Monday, I wrote that I have run out of words describing the awesomeness of Alaska. Maybe I was hyperbolizing a bit. This place really isn’t that great. (Warning: this post has unhealthy levels of sarcasm)
The next night, I was on the internet responding to the
thousands eight comments that the post generated, and I noticed that according to the internet, the aurora borealis was active. Against my will, I gathered up my camera and tripod, made a cup of hot chocolate and dragged myself outside at 11pm.
I paused on the pier above Bartlett Cove and snapped a few photos. It was a little boring, but I persisted. I probably should have gone back to bed.
From the pier there were some lights behind the boats in the bay, but, meh.
Over the Glacier Bay Lodge, on the other side of the cove, the lights flashed in the sky, but I’ve seen stuff like that before.
I decided to go home but paused to get this shot of the Baranoff Wind. Luckily I wasn’t using film – it would have been a waste.
As the lights migrated to the south, I walked along the shore in the dark, risking injury and bear attack. I got a few final photos before going to bed.
I could have stayed in the warmth of my home. I could have gone to bed early. Instead, I was sleepy and slightly worthless at work the next day, which is a sharp contrast to how I usually am at work, which is alert and slightly worthless.
So, I saw the lights again for like the 20th time in Alaska. I don’t need to bother to look for them again this year. I am good for a while.
You can comment if you want, but I am not sure why you would. Alaska is a bit overrated. Don’t you agree?
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