The main objective of our dream of visiting Alaska, besides from reaching the northernmost point of the planet, was to see the northern lights, those magical colorful lights that dance delicately in bright luminous tones on starry nights. It sounds idyllic, right? It really is, the problem is that is not easy to coincide with them.
And the aforementioned have the personality of arrogant, vain and capricious women, who decide when to peek, what to wear and when to dance. Besides that, to coincide with them is already an odyssey and no one knows for sure when they are going to show up, but a couple of hours before, and it will depend on the activity of the sun. When in Alaska, the best place to see them is Fairbanks. Nothing else to say!
Neither the snowstorm nor all the red alerts stopped us to keep looking for the Northern lights
They were eight long hours from Anchorage to Fairbanks. As every rogue is lucky, during our trip the storm dissipated, the sun shone all day and when we arrived in Fairbanks, we were recommended to visit the resort Chena Hot Springs, which welcomed us with natural hot springs in the middle of the snow. We were enjoying the hot water at -8 celcius degrees when the first activity of the night began.
A few shy maidens dressed up in intense green came out.
We rushed to change and install the camera, the tripod and to move away a little from the resort, because the light pollution of the place robbed all the protagonism to the timid maidens. Our determination made us walk to the aurorium, a hut on a hill, from where we could wait again calmly, because while we were moving, the lights disappeared as timidly as they appeared and, at the time we reached the cabin, there was nothing left of them, but a wake in the sky.
But I was determined to photograph them, so I planted my camera in the snow and waited a couple of minutes because the cold was absurd (and we were wearing autumn clothes and shoes). Luckily the cabin had heating and allowed us to shelter from the heat and the wood. We waited hours and nothing. Mauro fell asleep while I kept insisting on heating the camera’s battery to make it last all night. I wanted at least one picture, at least one and I would be happy. I asked each and every one of the spiritual guides of all cultures (- “hey, gods and guides… you guys in heaven: please, cooperate, yes ?… I only ask you for 1 picture”)
And suddenly, as if they had listened to me, a couple of spinster aunts poked their suits. They went out for a walk, one dressed in green and the other in vibrant pink. They did not dance, they only showed up a few minutes, as if to please me and with their impetuous air they also turned around and vanished in the intensity of the night. I was perplexed, dazzled by such beauty, as haunted, with the sweet taste of mouth and the joy of the memory of an exquisite and ephemeral perfume that you know you will remember for a long time.
This is the only picture that I was allowed to take.
It is enough for me to leave you with this sensation of curiosity, with the desire to taste that same sweet that I tasted that night. For the rest, I was very satisfied. This trip to Fairbanks, in addition to signifying the tenacity and the determination to find the magic of a very ephemeral and unpredictable natural phenomenon, meant discovering an incredible place, as unique as the natural spectacles of which it boasts.
For us, Alaska has been one of the most memorable travel experiences. It will not leave you indifferent. And when someone, advise you: “Be careful not to stay stranded at night on dark roads, be careful of a bear, or a wolf, or a frost or to get stuck in the car without being able to move” and then laugh out loud… do not be scared, it’s true and it happens. All this is Alaska!
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