Last night the northern lights came to Isle Royale, and it was too beautiful and amazing and otherworldly for me to even attempt making some kind of trying-to-be-witty comment about it. People gathered on the docks; we laid out in the cool night, and simply watched the sky. The view was perfect in Tobin Harbor - we could see the towering beams of light dancing to the north for a long while. At one point, a perfect shooting star blazed right across the middle of one. It was absolutely ridiculous how perfect it all was.
Extreme thank yous to those in Houghton who gave us a heads up. We tried passing the word on to a bunch of visitors here, and those who headed out late last night pass on their gratitude as well.
In other news, Casey killed a mouse on the Ben East West kitchen counter last night using only a half-full Planter's peanut jar and his bare hands. He wasn't even wearing his aviators. Stay tuned for news on possible hantavirus outbreaks in the interp population...
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