Northern Lights

[Tooly]

well this weekend, for the first time in my 25 yrs, i saw the northern lights, now ive smoked em lots, but never got to smoke and watch them dance across the sky, it was fucking incredible, no pics, they were sush a faint delicate white i doubt the pics would have turned out. It was amazing, the women were skinnydippin in the lake, and we were sittin back on the beach just watching the lights dance, puffing blunts like we were gang stars lol

amazing trip to killBear, cant wait to go back.

fuckin RIGHTS!

[StoneMtn]

What did they look like Tooly?

I've seen white ones that were almost like dispersed spotlights, but I've also been lucky enough to see reverberating multi-coloured ones. (I swear. They were real.)

What did you get? How did they look?

(...and good job at not being distracted by the skinny dipping women! )

[Booche]

Sorry, but there is a HUGE hole in your story. I dont believe it.

I'm just a man, Dan's got a future,

with a fast picking hand,

but my brother,

my brother, like my mother,

they're living back,

in the dead head fad,

well don't be sad,

they may be upgly,

but they're not that bad,

their only faulter is that they hate water,

and water is something you gotta have,

hippies hate water,

one day I found,

myself driving, myself around,

and the I saw 'em,

like a herd sheep callin',

"Gimme a ride to the Dead show man",

well don't be sad,

they may be smelly,

but they're not that bad,

their only faulter is that they hate water,

and water is something you gotta have,

hippies hate water.

[Tooly]

whatever wook

they did look a bit like those nightclub spots that sweep across the sky on "heady club nights"

there were a few different kinds of em, there were the sweeping thin lines, there were also like a big huge wide white flame just dancing like crazy,

this i didnt know, the lights are spirits according to native canadian beliefs, and if you whistle, it pisses them right off, and it works!!! the more we whistled, the more jumping theyd do, it was a riot!!

and the girls loved it too from the water, they all tried swim-sneaking up on us at the shore, all we saw was 3 white butts swimming up to us haha!

[M.O.B.E]

I saw them this weekend up in Janetville...they looked like faint white and greeny blue, rollin waves...like a ripple in the sky...it was fantastic.

There are strange things done in the midnight sun

By the men who moil for gold;

The Arctic trails have their secret tales

That would make your blood run cold;

The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,

But the queerest they ever did see

Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge

I cremated Sam McGee.

Now Sam McGee was from Tennessee, where the cotton blooms and blows.

Why he left his home in the South to roam ‘round the Pole, God only knows.

He was always cold, but the land of gold seemed to hold him like a spell;

Though he’d often say in his homely way that “he’d sooner live in hell.â€

On a Christmas Day we were mushing our way over the Dawson trail.

Talk of your cold! through the parka’s fold it stabbed like a driven nail.

If our eyes we’d close, then the lashes froze till sometimes we couldn’t see;

It wasn’t much fun, but the only one to whimper was Sam McGee.

And that very night, as we lay packed tight in our robes beneath the snow,

And the dogs were fed, and the stars o’erhead were dancing heel and toe,

He turned to me, and “Cap,†says he, “I’ll cash in this trip, I guess;

And if I do, I’m asking that you won’t refuse my last request.â€

Well, he seemed so low that I couldn’t say no; then he says with a sort of moan:

“It’s the cursed cold, and it’s got right hold till I’m chilled clean through to the bone.

Yet ‘taint being dead--it’s my awful dread of the icy grave that pains;

So I want you to swear that, foul or fair, you’ll cremate my last remains.â€

A pal’s last need is a thing to heed, so I swore I would not fail;

And we started on at the streak of dawn; but God! he looked ghastly pale.

He crouched on the sleigh, and he raved all day of his home in Tennessee;

And before nightfall a corpse was all that was left of Sam McGee.

There wasn’t a breath in that land of death, and I hurried, horror-driven,

With a corpse half hid that I couldn’t get rid, because of a promise given;

It was lashed to the sleigh, and it seemed to say: “You may tax your brawn and brains,

But you promised true, and it’s up to you to cremate those last remains.â€

Now a promise made is a debt unpaid, and the trail has its own stern code.

In the days to come, though my lips were dumb, in my heart how I cursed that load.

In the long, long night, by the lone firelight, while the huskies, round in a ring,

Howled out their woes to the homeless snows—O God! how I loathed the thing.

And every day that quiet clay seemed to heavy and heavier grow;

And on I went, though the dogs were spent and the grub was getting low;

The trail was bad, and I felt half mad, but I swore I would not give in;

And I’d often sing to the hateful thing, and it hearkened with a grin.

Till I came to the marge of Lake Lebarge, and a derelict there lay;

It was jammed in the ice, but I saw in a trice it was called the “Alice May.â€

And I looked at it, and I thought a bit, and I looked at my frozen chum;

Then “Here,†said I, with a sudden cry, “is my cre-ma-tor-eum.â€

Some planks I tore from the cabin floor, and I lit the boiler fire;

Some coal I found that was lying around, and I heaped the fuel higher;

The flames just soared, and the furnace roared—such a blaze you seldom see;

And I burrowed a hole in the glowing coal, and I stuffed in Sam McGee.

Then I made a hike, for I didn’t like to hear him sizzle so;

And the heavens scowled, and the huskies howled, and the wind began to blow.

It was icy cold, but the hot sweat rolled down my cheeks, and I don’t know why;

And the greasy smoke in an inky cloak went streaking down the sky.

I do not know how long in the snow I wrestled with grisly fear;

But the stars came out and they danced about ere again I ventured near;

I was sick with dread, but I bravely said: “I’ll just take a peep inside.

I guess he’s cooked, and it’s time I looked;†. . . then the door I opened wide.

And there sat Sam, looking cool and calm, in the heart of the furnace roar;

And he wore a smile you could see a mile, and he said: “Please close that door.

It’s fine in here, but I greatly fear you’ll let in the cold and storm—

Since I left Plumtree, down in Tennessee, it’s the first time I’ve been warm.â€

There are strange things done in the midnight sun

By the men who moil for gold;

The Arctic trails have their secret tales

That would make your blood run cold;

The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,

But the queerest they ever did see

Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge

I cremated Sam McGee.

[jay sanislo]

sounds like a good time tooly. Glad you had fun.

Give me a call sometime this week brah.

[CyberHippie]

Nice! I was up at Grundy lake for the long weekend, just a bit north of Killbear. And they were full-on! Bright green shimering curtains. Very very cool!

Whenever I've seen them which has just been in the last few years, it's always been late summer/fall, so maybe it's northern lights season (in more ways than one!).

[Sunshine]

Ooooooooooooh MAN!!!!!!

Tooly I was in Grand Bend for a wedding this weekend with my bro..... and holy moly!!

We left the bride and groom's house for a little trip to the beach (& some "fun-guy") around 11:00ish and this weird greenish/ blue band was forming across the sky.

So we sat there for a few hours as the sky changed colour and shape - shimmering off Lake Huron.

We had to run to the bar to see the bride and groom off and when we left the bar we saw the sky dancing above the street lights.

We ran back to the beach and spent the next 4 hours laying there.

MAGICAL!

one of the best weekends i've had all summer.

[\/\/illy]

We were in Honey Harbour and spent the better part of Saturday night and Sunday morning standing on the beach with our heads tilted back in awe. Spectactular performance for Southern Ontario.

[M.O.B.E]

I'm still tryin to get over the stars from the weekend at Izzy's...it was like you could reach out and touch any star you wanted to

[Kaidy Mae]

No Northern Lights in the city this past weekend.

However, there was a Lose Yer Shoes up in Bracebridge (2000 maybe?) where the whole horizon was lit up. All 360 degrees!!! They were the best I'd ever seen. What made it even more incredible was the meteor shower going on at the same time. The funny part was that no one around the campfire could really tell it was all happening. You couldn't see it until you got away from the flames. It was hilarious to walk back from the van*/bathroom/etc. and see groups of people all huddled together...away from the fires. It was so amazing!

*That one's for you Julia!

[Fuckholes]

Glad too see you still get out.

I know. Im one to talk.

[scottieking]

all I can say......

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Top 3 Northern Lights for me, for sure.

[Buffy420]

[color:green]Right on! I went to Izzy's this past Saturday night for a jam and I decided to take out one of the paddle boats. Now I am glad that I did because I think I saw the Northern Lights too.

There was a pink ghost looking glow in the sky. One was to the north and one was to the west.

They looked like they were slowly disapearing.

I don't know how to describe it.

It was a beautiful night!

Also saw some cool shooting stars.

[paisley]

cools

love those northern lights... what a show I guess it was last summer, whole sky over hamilton

adn Killbear is definately one of my favorite camping spots

all these camping tales have me scheming a getaway of my own before the season changes again

[paisley]

sweet northern lights over Quebec Sept. 11

(today's astro-pic)