Because of Babs, I have been privy to some amazing sights at night. The auroras in Alaska are one example, but full moons, shooting stars, and lightning strikes are others. La Grange was another.
The last night we were there, as the wind settled down, I stepped outside to the silence of the evening. The half-moon was shining between the clouds, various stars were twinkling above. The bluffs behind the Round House were lightly illuminated by the moon, just so that I could see their shadows and a few of the striations in the hills. It was as if they were ghosts hanging in the sky. Unforgettable.
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