Tromsø’s Northern Lights

February 22, 2015.  After a quick, two-hour nap, we met up with Marcus Åhlund, the owner of Arctic Fishing Adventures, for an all-night expedition chasing the Northern Lights.  And I do mean chase.  Unfortunately, the heavy snowfall that had hung around all day continued to plague us in the evening.  Snow is pretty — until it keeps you from seeing something you’ve traveled almost 4,000 miles to witness.  

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Galileo christened these the “borealis aurora” (North Dawn.) Today, we call lights in the northern hemisphere Aurora Borealis and lights in the southern hemisphere Aurora Australis.

Marcus assured us that he would outrun the storm and bolstered our hopes by revealing that, according to the experts, this evening was predicted to be one of the most active nights for viewing that they’d seen in a long time.  With that promise, our group of 12 boarded the outfit’s van and settled down to watch a video on the history and science behind the Northern Lights as we headed east, away from the bad weather.

During the ride, the video regaled us with Nordic legends involving the Lights.  The Finnish believed that they were caused by the tail of the Arctic fox as it whipped up snow and arced static electricity across the sky.  The Danish believed they were caused by reflections from the flapping wings of swans trying to free themselves from the ice.  The Vikings thought the Lights were either reflections from the Valkyries’ shields, or heavenly visions of dead maidens’ nipples as they flashed their breasts from the great beyond.  (Perhaps a little too much Aquavit encouraged that last fantasy.)

Note the oxygen collisions are red at higher elevations and green at lower.

As it turns out, the sun is the culprit.  It regularly ejects charged particles that rain down upon the planet, rattling Earth’s magnetic shield and getting shunted towards the poles in the process.  By the way, the aurora activity is identical at either end of the planet—you’ll see the exact same visual display of light at both the North and South Poles.

When these excited little electrons and protons finally enter our atmosphere, they collide with other atoms in bright bursts of light.  The color of the light is dependent upon which kind of atom each electrically-charged solar particle hits and the altitude at which the collision occurs.  “Accidents” with oxygen atoms cause red emissions at high altitudes and green at lower ones, while nitrogen “fender-benders” create bluish light at greater elevations and purple light closer to Earth’s surface.

Thoroughly prepped by the fascinating video, we all panted for a chance to capture our own photos.  But alas, the stupid snowstorm simply would not relent.  After two hours of driving, Marcus stopped the van and got out to check the horizon, “Nope, still too much cloud cover, we’ll have to drive on, maybe into Sweden and probably close to Russia’s  border.” Matthew and I looked at each other and gulped, having not exactly understood that our mission might lead us into an International Incident.  But hey, in for a penny, in for a pound, so onward we went.

As we rolled along, Marcus pointed out various features barely visible along the dark roadside. “There’s a frozen fjord.  Most fjords are pure seawater, which is so salty that it usually doesn’t freeze, especially along this section of coastline, which benefits from warmer currents.  But some fjords receive lots of fresh water from river outlets.  Fresh water freezes more easily, meaning that these fjords can crust over with several feet of ice.  Great for ice fishing.”  Umm, yeah.  Riding over frigid tundra in a warm van I can do.  Not sure yet about the idea of sitting for hours atop a frozen chunk of ice suspended over a deep ocean inlet.

More driving brought a few wildlife encounters.  At one point, we stopped for a momentary glimpse of a moose before it high-tailed it into the forest.  Our neighbor across the aisle then pulled out his phone and showed us a photo of the Arctic Fox he’d filmed the night before.  “We got out of the van for a brief break, and the fox just came right up to me.  Marcus said he’d never seen anything like it in all his years of taking folks on this tour.”  The guy then flipped through his photos and showed amazing images from the previous evening’s Northern Lights hunt.  Turns out, due to the iffy weather, several folks had booked more than one night with Marcus, just to make sure they got a chance to see the show.

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The pinpoint shows where we finally set up camp on the border between Finland and Sweden.

We didn’t have that luxury of time, so Matthew and I crossed our fingers that we’d make it to a clear spot free of cloud cover.  “Don’t worry,” Marcus assured us.  “The Lights typically aren’t visible until at least 10:00 p.m. this time of year, so we’ll be okay. Provided we stay ahead of the storm and don’t get caught in it.”  Hmm.  This excursion was sounding riskier by the minute….

Another hour went by, and we entered Finland, passing the sleeping border-patrol officer.  Still too many clouds.  Our driver, Jonas, continued to zoom on towards Sweden. At one point during a weather check, I got out and realized that the road we were racing along was coated with at least eight inches of ice.  We had chains on our tires, but still, the idea of traveling at 60 mph along a solid sheet of ice was a bit unnerving.

Finally, well into our fourth hour, Marcus got out, checked the skies, and gave us the “all clear” sign, so we piled out of the van and bulked up in the polar snowsuits and bunny boots he’d provided.  Each of us got a headlamp and a tripod, then Marcus kindly took the time to adjust everyone’s cameras to the proper setting necessary to capture the Lights.  FYI:  iPhones won’t work.  You must use a “real” camera that can be adjusted so that it has both a slow shutter speed and a pinpoint-sized aperture; otherwise, your photographs will be nothing but a white blur.

Fully equipped and bundled up in our snow gear, we waddled out into the night.  At first glance, I couldn’t see why we’d stopped.  The only light visible seem to be the moon seeping out from behind a cloud.  As time passed, it focused more into a patchy halo.  Eventually it formed into what appeared to be a white wisp stretching across the sky.  “That’s it?,” I thought.  “I’ve driven four hours for a band of fog?”  But Marcus explained that this was just the beginning of the show, which wasn’t predicted to get really rolling until around 11:00 p.m.

We all busied ourselves with setting up our cameras along a straight line, so as to avoid getting pictures of one another’s backsides silhouetted against the sky.  Marcus helped us practice with our aperture and shutter speed until we all got satisfactory photos of the arc of greenish white light called a “bow formation.”  To be honest, it looked much more spectacular on film than it did to the naked eye.  But Marcus encouraged us not to lose hope.

Sure enough, around 11:00 p.m. the light suddenly shifted, become a deeper green.  It quickly extended itself into a ribbon-like band that eventually broke into two, then three swirling arcs .  These slowly lengthened and widened across the sky into curtains, and other colors began to appear, flaring from red at the top to green at the bottom.

Almost imperceptibly, the Lights swirled, curled, and waved like draperies in the wind.  Everyone shrieked and struggled to capture each new formation on film without getting in each other’s way.  Marcus quickly organized the group in front of his camera and took photos of us, using a flashlight to briefly illuminate our faces against the backdrop of the Aurora.  (See the photo up top.)

Suddenly, the Lights winked out.  Five minutes passed.  We all held our breaths, hoping we hadn’t reached the end of the show.  But then just as suddenly, the Lights reappeared in a different part of the sky.  A friend described it like this:

“It reminds me of when I was a kid, and I’d lay in bed at night telling ghost stories and giggling with my sister.  My mom would get fed up that we weren’t asleep yet, and she’d flip on the hall light and open the door to check on us.  We’d see the sudden sweep of light that started like a sliver and widened to a beam as the door swung open and my mom peered into the room.  The Lights are like that — as if someone’s opening and closing a door in space.”

And indeed, it did feel a bit like an extraterrestrial was peeking down at us momentarily to see “what we kids were up to in the dark.”

You can see why superstitions and folklore surround the appearance of the Lights. Pretty ghostly, like writhing spirits.
Our group gathers ’round the fire to sit on snow benches for coffee and fish stew.

Thing quieted down yet again to dim patches of green haze, and we feared that someone had finally flipped off the heavenly light switch.  Marcus took that moment to feed our hopes in a practical way—with fish stew.

While we’d all been sky-gazing, he and Jonas had carved the snowbank into a square bench covered with reindeer pelts and had lighted a fire in the center of the seating area.  Over the flames sat a tripod holding a large vat of the tastiest fish stew I’ve ever had.  “My girlfriend makes it.  She’s a chef,” Marcus explained.  Yet another great reason to go with Arctic Fishing Adventures if you’re yearning to see the Lights.

We all huddled round the fire and warmed ourselves with stew, coffee, and dessert, hoping that the Lights would soon reappear. To entertain us while we waited, Jonas asked if any of us would like to go snow-shoeing.  Most everyone jumped at the chance, so he and Marcus unloaded poles and shoes from the back of the van and taught us how to strap them on.

Matthew and I have our own snowshoes that we take out for a spin every time Chicago hosts a blizzard (which happens more frequently than you’d think), so we were familiar with the odd, slightly straddled gait that one must employ to get anywhere.  Even knowing the ropes, we still found it a challenge to climb up a six-foot snowbank and reach the white field beyond.

After we’d all “ascended the peak,” Jonas took us on a brief walk to help us get our snow-legs.  “This is good snow,” he said.  “I just finished my mandatory year-long stint in the Norwegian Army (service for men is mandatory, women’s service is voluntary), and sometimes they made us run in six feet of powder.  It’s kind of ridiculous, because snowshoes don’t work in powder,” he said.  “So what did you do?,” I asked.  “We just floundered and flopped around until we exhausted ourselves, then the army was happy,” he joked.

Next, Jonas organized a race.  We all lined up and prepared for the cue.  “If you run beyond the treeline and onto the frozen lake, you’ll be in Russia,” he joked.  We all charged ahead as if that sounded like the ideal destination, but within about four steps, my feet broke through the crust and I ended up hip-deep in snow.  Everyone else fared similarly, thrashing and laughing as they dug their way back to the top of the layer and struggled to get their feet under them again.

As we headed back towards camp, the lights suddenly made an encore performance.  We’d thought we’d seen great stuff before, but this second act was stupendous.  I’d been a little disappointed earlier that the lights didn’t “dance” like I’d imagined.  Now, they shimmered and slithered across the sky, looking like rain descending from a storm cloud.  It’s the oddest motion, almost like watching the fins of an electric eel.  I could actually witness the waveform ripple from tip to tail — and I could even track the descent of individual little particles as they pinballed their way down through the sky.

Then the Lights began warping and writhing right over our heads, whipping themselves into the famous “corona” formation that few people ever get to see so clearly (view photos below).  Everyone starting screaming and practically crying, myself included.  I called my mom and left her what was probably an incoherent message describing the Aurora’s incredible antics.  Words just don’t do it justice, and neither do photos.  I tried to video tape it, but Marcus explained that it would simply appear as a blur of white light on film.  (He was right.)  Most “videos” of the Aurora are actually time-lapsed photos stitched together via fades from one image to the next, almost like a slideshow.

Not being able to capture the Lights on film to my satisfaction made me live in the moment and burned the memory into my brain.  It was truly one of the most profound natural encounters I’ve ever been fortunate enough to experience.  I only wish I had more ways to share it with friends and family, so that you all could live the magic, too.  Just a reminder—if anyone wants to come for a visit, I’ll gladly take you on a trip to Tromsø.  Just gear yourself up for the cold, because the lights are best visible in winter between November and March.

And speaking of cold, at this point we’d all spent about two hours in fairly frigid temperatures (-9°C/15°F), and as the lights were dimming again, Marcus suggested that we consider heading home for the night.  Everyone agreed, and we climbed back into the van for the long, four-hour trip.  We dozed on the way, and by about 4:30 a.m. we stumbled groggily back to our hotel room, where we slept until 10:00 a.m.

The next morning, we perused our photos and were thrilled with the memories, but later, Marcus sent us the pics that he’d taken, including our portraits and the seven images immediately above.  As you can see, his shots were absolutely unbelievable—just shows what a professional can accomplish!

On that note, I want to thank Marcus and Jonas for providing us with such a phenomenal opportunity.  No two people could have worked harder to ensure we had a fabulous time.  You guys helped us grab life with both hands and wring out every possible experience from the night—you’re the best!

2 thoughts on “Tromsø’s Northern Lights”

  1. Apparently, the northern lights are picking up this month. They will be seen farther south than normal, there are even supposed to be visible in MI and WI this week.


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