So this was it. Our big chance to see the storied Northern Lights, the elusive aurora borealis.

Before this weekend I didn’t even know what Northern Lights were. I mean, I knew it was some kind of wild, natural phenomenon, and I knew there’s a certain strain of marijuana named after it. But that was the extent of my knowledge. I don’t smoke weed, but I am aware that hippies love any kind of trippy show that nature puts on – usually because admission is free.