“What?” I asked, but then I saw it too and I knew. An eerie green was bleeding into the sky at the most distant horizon - faintly at first, faintly enough that I fought of my imagination so that I could see truly. I fought off the manifestations that come with wishful desires. I battled these cold-weather mirages but I didn’t have to wait long to be assured. The eerie green turned a positively vivid hue as it continued to saturate the sky.
“Ooooos" and "Awwwws,” left our lips as if we were watching a firework display, but that’s what this is right? The original works of fire in the sky. We moved out of the grove and into the parking lot, blankets wrapped around us. The sky began to pulse color in rapid succession, fast, faster than I would have ever imagined. The vivid got even more vivid, the green now turning into unnatural hues. We were witnessing a glance into the supernatural.
It’s no wonder people claim to see their ancestors long gone in these lights. Gone for generations but inhabiting the skies just below the stars in an unearthly realm, spirits at a comforting distance. I saw them too. Shortly after I had that thought crossed my mind a streak of purple entered the scene and the climax was obvious - the grand finale was here: a pure event of a natural transcendence, a linking of mortal to the immortal. What a perfect way to end my summer in Alaska.
But…. Rest Stop Camp was only day three, we had six more to go. Six more wonderful days of Fall in the Alaskan Tundra.