Northern Lights; Not

As it turned out the only lights we saw were reflected in the eyes of passing deer. We had read that there was a good chance of seeing the aurelia borealis one night from Missoula, so Vicki and Kim and I hauled some lawn chairs over to a good vantage point. (Our friends the Rotts live high above Missoula in the South Hills). We waited, hopefully, but then someone turned on his/her phone and read that the chance from Missoula was only 20% or so. Looks like our trip to Iceland is still on.

Looking north from Missoula's South Hills, awaiting the
appearance of the Northern Lights

Ditto

Ditto again; this is pretty boring; my thoughts turned to poetry

"Darkness warshed over the Dude, darker'n a black steer's tookus
on a moonless prairie night..."

Click to enlarge and look smack in the middle and you will
see a yearling staring at us, wondering why humans do things
like this...