Saturday night was supposed to be heavy overcast, with snow, after 11 pm. The auroral forecast was predicting quite bright northern lights after 2 am, marginal prior to. Plus a half moon so any high clouds would result in too much glow and wash out the aurora.
I decided to forgo organizing to go out, did not seem worth it. Usually I will set the camera up well before as I have a horrid habit of forgetting one or more essential settings (ISO set to 1600, manual focus set to infinity, auto focus off, focus ring duct taped so I cannot turn it inadvertently, aperture set to lowest setting, shutter set to mirror up, Bulb setting on exposure time).
At midnight I got up (one of those age related bodily needs) and checked outside. The sky was clear and off to the north was one bright auroral line. I had to decide if it was worth the attempt. Decided not and went back to bed. However the psychic pressure became too much. If I don't at least try I will never know.
Up at 12:30 and the same sky conditions. I got the camera, set it up (praying I would get all the settings right and not miss one) , get all my warm clothes on and drive twenty minutes to get clear of the city lights. Well actually 30 minutes if you count having to come back for the remote shutter release. On the way the auroral display was very sporadic and pale.
Got out to my preferred site, set up and did one composing shot. Still a bit marginal display. No sooner had I done the composing shot then, like it was planned, the aurora went nuts.
Stuff like this only reinforces that little voice in my head that drives me out at horrid hours to try. The aurora is so unpredictable. But all I can do is try. One success like this drives me for at least a year.
Overhead
The last shot before it faded