Right place, right time — 1 year ago
I lived briefly in Juneau, and spent a fall and part of the winter there in 1989 (i think). This particular season was regarded as having especially spectacular Northern Lights. It is more common to see the ribbons of green across the sky, but this particular year, the colors frequently included vibrant purples, reds and blues. Jaded natives would run outside in the snow, sometimes forgetting to put shoes on in their haste, and would ooh and ahh like the fourth of july. Trippy stuff!
