The one and only time I ever saw the aurora borealis I was in Algonquin Park in Northern Ontario, a counselor at Camp Tamakwa, near Huntsville.

It was not the most spectacular presentation, I was told by those who have seen such, but it was spectacular for me.

Through the mosquitoes I could see this luminous white fluid, rather like milk, flowing through transparent pipe-like things. It was the oddest sight. The sky was filled with these pipes, coiling up, down, and around, with this milk flowing through it. It went on for hours.

And even stranger, was a crackling sound, almost like the sound of electricity. This gave the final surreal touch to the whole experience.

This was over thirty years ago, but it is a vision I can't forget.