Back in Reykjavik with 20 hours ’til my return flight to Denver.  Rest, relax?  Heck, no.  Shelled out a fast 5400 ISK (Icelandic króna) – tonite’s my last chance to see the Northern Lights!

Quick dinner, then boarded a bus to Iceland’s western fjords with Stephen & new Aussie friend Maria.  Best chance to see the Lights (& first possibility since September 5^th) were tonite on Iceland’s western edge.

Clear, cold night; windy & 6 degrees. Waited in pitch darkness, high on a knoll for the Lights to start the dance.

No more than 20 minutes in, folks started to murmur.  Faint clouds seemed to stretch, elongate upward, diagonally.  Gray to pink – and then, the most amazing greens.  FAAAANNNNTASTIC!

Surprisingly almost as soon as these illuminated solar flares began to dance, they would then shrink, diminish, disappear.  That said, once the show started, the frequency of light & colour came in rapid succession.

Another ‘WOW’ event off my bucket list.  Cannot adequately express how it feels to see this phenomenon in person.

Re-boarded the bus near midnight, mission accomplished.  Honestly, I don’t dream BIG enough.  I pray/hope/dream on a scale from 1-10, my God blesses me using a scale 1-100.  So very blessed!

Quick shut-eye, then used Reykjavik’s local bus service to briefly explore the city before my Colorado return – Highlights: Reykjavik Art Museum & Hallgrímskirkja (Lutheran church).

Goodbye Iceland — land of volcanoes, glaciers, waterfalls & rainbows!  I leave inspired, forever changed.