So I was lying in bed Friday night, my condo faces east
towards the Chugach Mountains in Anchorage – only a half a dozen blocks from
the end of the city. I live on the edge of night pollution. The dark mountains
rise just outside my window. My room on the 3
rd floor and the hill
that the condo sits on puts me above the neighborhood… with an unobstructed view
of the night sky. Sometimes I sleep with the curtains open – like Friday night.
Facebook friends had reported Northern Lights activity from Anchorage to
Fairbanks, and I wanted to keep an eye out. I checked the Poker Flats webcam,
and the lights were “singing” brightly far north.
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| Poker Flats web cam is located 30 miles north of Fairbanks, AK. |
I woke up with a sudden start at 3:00 am, and found my eyes opened
to an amazing display of green lights moving across the night sky filling my
window… with magic. I jumped out of bed and texted my friend Marla who had
flown up from Portland for the weekend. She was staying downtown in a hotel –
in the middle of light pollution. She looked out the window and texted me back
that “Ur dreaming.”
By then I was running to the car, in jammies with hastily
grabbed hats and mittens and my nice long downed dress coat (it was about 22
degrees). I was in the car and headed downtown to get Marla. She needed out of
the light pollution - I texted back to be ready in 5. Plotting where to go quickly above the city
lights where I would not be met by a locked gate at 3:30 am…led me to Far North
Bicentennial Park.
Of course, 20 years ago, I would have found a nice clear area
above the city, but housing development has made it more challenging. We found
a spot in total darkness above the city lights, outside of light pollution with
a grand view. And grand it was!
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The lights of Anchorage are seen beneath the aurora in this view from
the Glen Alps overlook. The Northern Lights gave a strong showing over
Anchorage on the evening of October 12, 2012. Dozens of sky watchers
gathered at the Glen Alps Trailhead of Chugach State Park to watch the
green ribbons dance over the peaks and the city. MARC LESTER — Anchorage
Daily News
Read more here: http://www.adn.com/2012/10/13/2659098/aurora-over-anchorage-oct-12-2012.html#wgt=rcntmulti#storylink=cpy
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The lights pulsed across the city Friday night in a way I
have never seen. I’m accustomed to shimmering and iridescent movement in
Anchorage often characterized by green and white. The northern lights come in a
variety of colors that are dependent on different gases getting excited/ionized
by incoming charged particles. When oxygen atoms and molecules get bombarded
they release green and red photons. When nitrogen molecules get struck they
release the beautiful and rare purple light.
Friday nights display was oxygen driven, but what was unique
about this display was the pulsing that the lights seem to exhibit. The familiar
experience I can describe best - imagine your mother’s sheer curtains draping
across the sky in an almost ghostly green effect - was instead…this night… more
like flames.
There are no words to describe what the lights look like. I’m
not even going to try… lost cause. You just have to put it on your bucket list
and become a “hunter” – term used to describe people trying to figure out where
and when to see the lights. Hunters flock to Alaska every year with lots of
website URL’s and tools to help narrow down the hunt, but there is always a
certain amount of luck. You have to be up.
Marla and I watched the lights for nearly 2 hours, something
also rare. Usually you get a short lived experience before they move on. Friday
night they hung out for hours allowing us the opportunity to explore them and
discuss the qualities of the display from the ones of the past (Marla is a
successful well-seasoned huntress). The
warmer temperatures, in comparison to 30 below, allowed us the luxury or having
conversation about the lights, not impeded by arctic gear. Also, it took a lot
longer before my feet were cold.
The lights on this instance pulsed sometimes in rhythm,
sometimes not…similar to a symphony playing across the sky… violins (in
allegro) and cellos (beginning in andante, ending in lento). The overall
composition reminded me of Tchaikovsky.
Marla brought up the resemblance of these pulsing lights to
time-lapsed photography, of the streaking clouds and car lights in a cityscape.
Except, these lights were occurring in real time.
I also saw a resemblance to flames. When you watch a
campfire for hours and see the gaseous flickering at the perimeter of the fire…
blues and negative space dancing at the whim of the wind… distorted visual
space. The lights on Friday were like that.
We had a discussion about how no medium can capture and convey the
essence of the Northern Lights, no matter how technologically advanced. Video,
cameras, even words… all dimensionally flat. We thought music was probably the
only thing that could come close. By then
we were cold… we climbed back in my truck.
I renamed my sun roof to the aurora roof. I opened the
aurora roof. I could only shut off the truck lights and the dash lights; the
clock light seemed so loud in the dark. I covered the clock . I turned Yo Yo Ma
on. It was magical! Music is the closest thing to describe the lights. We
watched the lights to the cello.
The lights moved to fill the space created by the “aurora
roof” … they lingered and combined with Yo Yo Ma. We enjoyed the gift for quite
some time. We made the conscious decision to leave the symphony before the
piece was over.
We drove off the mountains with the lights still performing… by the way Marla brought me a resupply of
huckleberries!
