There are strange things done in the midnight sun,
by the men who moil for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your blood run cold;
The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,
But the queerest they ever did see
Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge
I cremated Sam McGee.
by the men who moil for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your blood run cold;
The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,
But the queerest they ever did see
Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge
I cremated Sam McGee.
---- Robert Service
Apologies. "Queer" had a different meaning in Robert Service's day.
The idea I like here is that the Northern Lights are looking at us (and laughing) - not that we are looking at the Northern Lights. Although we did try to do that.
Now I need to backtrack a little because we had a very full day in Ísafjörður. (We liked to call it "the place that begins with I.") Ísafjörður was settled by Vikings in the 9th century
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