Three hundred miles. With the ferry departing Grand Portage at 8:00 a.m., I had little choice but to make the long drive at night.

I left my house at 1:00 a.m., wired after two hours of sleep.  Few people were on the freeway so early on a Wednesday morning. I enjoyed the solitude.

Suddenly, the sky grew brighter. Dawn? Not at 3:30 a.m.

A brilliant aurora soon danced in the heavens, framed by the tree tops and the Big Dipper.  Minutes later, it vanished.

A private little show for me, alone as I drove on.

(This post is part of the 100/100/100 challenge)