Hope I never forget

the 1st annual 'Booze Cruise'. 'Twas at Wildnest Lake, deep in the the Canadian wilderness, accessable only by float plane, then boat. After an idyllic day of fishing for walleye and northern pike, followed by a fish feast of epic proportions, Matt had the idea for the 6 of us to get into our 3 boats, load up our cocktail hour supplies, along with boom box and tunes, and head out to the middle of the bay near our cabin. We tied the boats together and watched an amazing sunset as the loons and eagles welcomed us to their home. Unbelievable echoes as our shouts bounced off the mirror-calm water and around the islands. Then it got dark and the magic started. If you have never seen the Northern Lights, it is impossible to describe, especially when you are right beneath them on a crisp, clear night. They started slowly, in an arc dissecting the sky above us, then spread, in showers of light, to the entire sky. At first, it was all oohs and aahs and "Look at that!" Then it was just silence as we lay back and took in the cosmic fireworks. You really, 'had to be there', and for those of us who were, I'm guessing we all were blessed with a 'rocking chair moment'. We saw the 'lights' again several times during our trips to the great north, but that first time was truly spectacular.