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Cliffside Aurora

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It was a historic, indescribable night, with auroras seen clear down to the Caribbean. A display of this intensity needed somewhere equally epic to watch it from. It felt wrong heading south instead of north to see the northern lights. But latitude did not matter at all.
Just upstream of Alcova Reservoir in the middle of Wyoming is Fremont Canyon. The North Platte River rounds a horseshoe bend beneath towering walls. This spectacular overlook I found 4 years ago and waited until the right time to return. After hiking in, it was just like I remembered it. The night began with a widespread, bright yet diffuse glow. In every part of the sky, it was like the light of a full moon, and I hardly needed my headlamp to see.
But it wasn't until around midnight when the sky really went crazy. Within a matter of seconds pillars soared to the zenith. Colors that before only my camera could see were suddenly visible to my eyes. Overhead a spectacular pulsing, shimmering corona formed with deep red, purple, pink, and green rays. All was reflected in the calm water far below. Myself, and the millions of others who watched won't ever forget this night.

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Kevin Palmer
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It was a historic, indescribable night, with auroras seen clear down to the Caribbean. A display of this intensity needed somewhere equally epic to watch it from. It felt wrong heading south instead of north to see the northern lights. But latitude did not matter at all. <br /> Just upstream of Alcova Reservoir in the middle of Wyoming is Fremont Canyon. The North Platte River rounds a horseshoe bend beneath towering walls. This spectacular overlook I found 4 years ago and waited until the right time to return. After hiking in, it was just like I remembered it. The night began with a widespread, bright yet diffuse glow. In every part of the sky, it was like the light of a full moon, and I hardly needed my headlamp to see. <br /> But it wasn't until around midnight when the sky really went crazy. Within a matter of seconds pillars soared to the zenith. Colors that before only my camera could see were suddenly visible to my eyes. Overhead a spectacular pulsing, shimmering corona formed with deep red, purple, pink, and green rays. All was reflected in the calm water far below. Myself, and the millions of others who watched won't ever forget this night.