Aurora Borealis Adventure: Tips for Your Fairbanks Trip

In early January it looked we may have the opportunity to see the Northern Lights. The solar activity was such that people were reporting good aurora viewing. We marked out a time window of five days in the middle of February and we started planning. We chose Fairbanks as our destination. There are a number of options for viewing the aurora. You can book through an agency that will cover all your needs in posh accommodations, or you can piece together a tour on your own. We put together our own tour.

A vibrant display of the Northern Lights with green auroras illuminating the night sky, surrounded by dark clouds and twinkling stars above a snowy landscape.
Aurora Borealis

Our trip would include three nights in Fairbanks, a train ride on the Aurora Winter Train from Fairbanks to Anchorage and two nights in anchorage with relatives. I’ll write more about our remainder of trip in another post.

At this phase of planning, temperatures were running -40 degrees Fahrenheit in Fairbanks. We were quite concerned about how we could even be comfortable in such extreme temperatures. I found a resource that gave advice on how to dress. I also discovered that we could rent gear from Alaska Outdoor Gear Rental. And not only that, but they would also deliver the gear to our hotel and then we could drop it off at the airport in Anchorage at the end of our trip.

After reviewing a number of outfitters we booked a tour with Fairbanks Aurora Tours. They cater to photographers. We booked a tour for the evening of February 15. We booked a second tour two days later with another tour operator as a backup. As it turned out we were successful on our first tour and we were able to cancel the second tour without any penalty.

Februrary 15 proved to be a long day. We were on our way to the Oakland Airport at 4:00 AM. We arrived at our hotel, the La Quinta Inn about 3:00 PM. We checked in and picked up a huge duffel bag of our rental clothing; heavy, thick, down filled bibs and coats and winter boots.

Of course, we had to try on the clothes to make sure it would fit us. Then at 9:05 PM, our tour van pulled up to the hotel. There was a total of ten people on the tour. We were a little anxious about the possibility of seeing the aurora. The weather was overcast but our guide assured us that conditions were looking good. As we drove out of town our guide would stop the van occasionally to check the local weather and the space weather, debating the options as we traveled.

I must say I’m happy the tour guide knew what he was doing both with the driving and monitoring weather. Driving on snowy mountains roads in the middle of the night is not for me. We passed one truck that had slid off the road, and another incident with flashing lights.

It turned out to be a 2 1/2 hours of drive. Our guide was very good at entertaining us, lecturing us about the physics of the aurora borealis and giving us point on how to set our cameras to get the best exposures.

Just before midnight our guide parked. We stepped out under clear skies and a temperature of just under 0 degrees Fahrenheit. As I was setting up my tripod the waves of color were just starting to appear. It was hard to know where to point the camera, since the display was covering the whole sky.

I had come prepared to try to capture a timelapse, but the remote controller failed to function. The battery had succumbed to the cold temperature. Likewise, my iPhone and my backup battery bank ceased to function as well. Luckily my Nikon D850 kept going.

For about 45 minutes we were awed by the waves of color dancing across the sky. Eventually the aurora display started to dissipate. I noticed that everyone else had climbed back into the heated van. I climbed back onboard and we made the return drive to Fairbanks, arriving back at the hotel at 3:45 AM. I’ve included a map that shows the route we took from Fairbanks.

A note to anybody else that might want to plan such a trip.

We used the hotel shuttle to get from the airport to the hotel, and we used Uber to get around town. The hotel provided a hearty breakfast buffet, but there is not much else available for restaurants. The rooms at La Quinta Inn have refrigerators and microwaves and a variety of Ramen noodles and frozen foods are available at the front desk. We had a very nice lunch at Pike’s landing one day, but it’s a mile walk in the snow, and not something we wanted to repeat. We ended up buying a few things at the local Safeway and having dinner in the room.

Exploring the Manet & Morisot Exhibit: A Rainy-Day Adventure

What do you do on a rainy afternoon when your house is not inhabitable? While remodeling is going on in our house, we have moved out, renting a house in Mount Hermon. When in town we stay in our camper although hanging out in the camper in our driveway in pouring rain isn’t inviting. So, what do we do? We head to the museum.

Today it’s the Manet & Morisot exhibit at the Legion of Honor. We paid for the audio tour which was well worth the price. I must say that I was not familiar with Morisot, so this was a real opportunity to learn about two of the most influential artists of the age of Impressionism.

The New York Times has this to say:

They were close friends who corresponded often and went to the same soirées, passionate advocates for each other’s art, and eventually siblings-in-law (when Morisot, then in her 30s and facing financial precarity after her father’s death, married Manet’s brother Eugène in an arrangement supported by both families).

As we toured the exhibit, I found myself just as interested in watching people as the artwork. I recall a time when cameras were forbidden in such exhibits, and here people are using their phones to document the work. It’s almost as if the camera-phone has become an essential tool for appreciating art. I became fascinated with the idea of trying to capture the feeling for the experience; people looking at art. Somehow just snapping photos of people looking at art seemed static, so I challenged myself to try to capture images that had a bit of an emotional impact, introducing a sense of motion.

By the end of the exhibit, I had gained respect for Morisot’s work and her view of the world, contrasted with Manet’s.

The exhibit is up through March 1, 2026. It’s well worth seeing if you have the opportunity.

Living at Mount Hermon

As the year draws to a close, we find ourselves living in Mount Hermon while our house in Albany undergoes remodeling. Our adventure here begins on December 1st, when we drove our rental U-Haul truck up the driveway at #6 Pine Avenue in Mount Hermon.

Thanks to our daughter, Amy, we found a very cute house to rent for our stay here, which will keep us comfortable through the end of January when we anticipate moving back to Albany.

Originally, we were going to stay through December with the idea that we would take the pop-up camper on a road trip for part of January. On December 14 through, I broke my left wrist, so I no driving and thus no road trip. We could do worse than have such a comfortable place to stay in such a beautiful location here in the Santa Cruz Mountains.

We’ve been coming to Mount Hermon for over 40 years for church retreats, so we have some familiarity with the place. And our daughter and family live here as well. We are a 5-minute walk from our grandson.

On December 8th Amy hosted a gingerbread party and we were happy to participate. Cutting out dough shapes, gluing them together and decorating the resulting houses with frosting and candy.

On December 24th our son Aaron arrived with his family. We were blessed with having our whole family together for Christmas with both of our kids, our two grandkids and our son-in-law’s parents as well.

With family together we enjoyed hiking through the majestic redwoods, up to the cross on the top of the mountain and exploring the Bonny Doon Ecological Preserve.

And when the rain prevailed, we contented ourselves with putting together jigsaw puzzles. Jigsaw puzzles have been a holiday tradition in my family since I was a kid. More photos are available in an online gallery.

Unexpected Close Encounter: Broken Wrist

On the evening of December 14th, I had an unexpected close encounter with the pavement on my driveway. My toe caught a stump. Wham! I did a face plant on the concrete. When I picked myself up, I had a bloody nose, a chipped tooth, a bloody fat lip, a sprained elbow and what felt like a sprained wrist. I am now wearing a cast for a fractured bone in my left wrist.

The radiologist interpreted the x-ray as “nondisplaced fracture of
triquetrum (cuneiform) bone, left wrist.” I’m including a photo of the offending stump and a photo of the X-ray.

The stump will have to go. It’s the remains of a coyote bush that I took out a couple of years ago, and it has been a tripping hazard ever since.

I won’t be driving for a few weeks, so probably no road trips. We are extending our stay at Mt. Hermon through January while work continues on our house in Albany. I will have plenty to do here since I brought my workstation with my complete digital archive of over 200,000 photos. I am also having fun with a speech-to-text application, Wispr Flow, since I cannot type at the moment.

Windsurfer to Paradise

It was 9:05 when I parked my car at Windsurfer Beach. Early! Way Early! I got across the Richmond-San Rafael Bridge in record time. It was a 20-minute drive when I allowed for 45. As I climbed out of the car, I was hit by a chilly breeze with clouds overhead. I climbed back in the car to wait for my fellow paddlers. It wasn’t until later, when I suited up, that I realized I had left my duffel bag with my lunch and camera case at home. I wouldn’t be using my iPhone for photography today; however, I did have my Olympus TG-5 which I usually carry as a backup camera.

It wasn’t long until my fellow paddlers showed up. Nine of us were on the water at 10:30 paddling out the channel and past San Quentin. We were anticipating a very light ebb current with slack at 1:00, meaning we would be paddling against this slight current. We had a chilly northwest wind pushing us along as we headed towards Paradise Cay. Once we approached the Cay, three of our paddlers decided to turn around. The prospect of a slog into the wind on the return from Paradise was something to consider. Six of us continued on to Paradise Beach.

At noon we landed at Paradise Beach. With the wind and the fetch coming from the north, we had a little bit of a surf landing. We hiked up the short trail to the picnic tables for lunch. Having arrived without my lunch I was able to bum cookies, candies, and an energy bar off of my fellow paddlers. No shortage of sugar to keep my energy up on the return leg. With a temperature a chilly 45-degrees we didn’t dally long over lunch. We wanted to get back on the water and paddle and warm up.

It was a bit of a slog paddling into the chilly north wind with whitecaps and chop. When every stroke into the wind is an effort it’s hard to stop paddling, pick up my camera, and capture photos. Best to keep the cadence and the forward progress. Once past Paradise Cay, we veered east and found a little protection from the wind.

Shortly after 1:00, the sun started to tease us, which felt really nice. At 2:30, we were back on the beach having logged 9 miles. More photos are available in an online gallery.

Exploring Carquinez Strait: A Kayaking Experience

This week our usual Thursday paddle turned into a Saturday paddle. This afforded the opportunity for a few people who normally work on Thursday to join us. With a club membership of some 700 people (BASK: Bay Area Sea Kayakers), there’s no shortage of people looking for opportunities to paddle. Ten of us were on the water at 10:00 launching from the gravel beach at Eckley Pier on the Carquinez Strait. We were launching on a fairly high tide, high tide being 5.9 feet at 10:00. We would be riding the tail end of the flood current.

The plan was to stay close to shore to avoid any shipping traffic in the channel. Staying close to shore though, we found that an eddy was hindering our progress, so a few of us moved out of the eddy closer to the shipping channel where we found a more favorable current. We landed at the Martinez Marina at 11:20.

We broke out our lunches and as is our tradition several varieties of chocolate were shared. After lunch several of us decided to paddle into the marsh at the Radke Martinez Regional Shoreline. We paddled well up into the Alhambra Creek and under Embarcadero Street before turning around.

On the return leg I was looking forward to paddling through the pilings near Port Costa. They provide some interesting photo opportunities as well as an opportunity to practice boat control. As fate would have it though, my iPhone battery went dead so I was without a camera for the last half mile or so. I need to make a note to keep my Olympus TG-5 available, so I have a camera handy when my iPhone battery goes dead.

On our return to Eckley Pier, we noted that the tide had receded and what had been gravel on our launch was now broken bricks. This proved to be a bit treacherous for walking and carrying boats. We logged 10 miles over the course of the day.

More photos are available in an online gallery.

Dunphy Park to Bayfront Park

With the high tide many of the beaches we like to visit were under water, so we opted for a paddle from Dunphy Park to Bayfront Park, both locations work for high water. A high tide of 4.8 feet was predicted for 12:22.

Seven of us were on the water at 10:30 with three of us launching from the kayak dock just west of the Sausalito Cruising Club and four launching from the beach. I opted to launch from the kayak dock using the slipway with rollers. This worked fine for getting on the water. Simply climb in the boat and slide down into the water. It didn’t work so well getting the boat out of the water. I tried using the roller struts as handles to pull the boat up the ramp, but the rollers would pop out of their sockets, leaving nothing to give any purchase.

We paddled up Richardson Bay, under the Highway 101 bridge and then continued up Pickleweed Inlet as far as E Blithedale Avenue, as far as one could possibly paddle. Then it was back to Bayfront Park where we landed on the bank and pulled out our lunches. As is our tradition, an abundance of chocolate treats were passed around.

After lunch we were back on the water retracing our path back to Dunphy Park. We were back at the dock at 1:30 having logged 7.3 miles. We had flat calm for our paddle, with sightings of a few harbor seals, pelicans and cormorants.

I’ve inlcuded a few photos of the kayak ramp. One has David trying to pull me up the slip with rollers. That wasn’t working so I tried the slip without rollers and that worked. This slip has slots in which you can place the paddle to pull yourself up out of the water. More photos are available in an online gallery.

Loch Lomond to Windsurfer Beach

Today we had 14 BASK members on the kayak ramp at the Loch Lomond Yacht Harbor ready to launch at 10:30. Our destination today is Windsurfer Beach, a little beach not far from the Larkspur Ferry Terminal. A maximum flood current of just under half a knot at 11:44 meant we’d be working against a slight current.

We left the harbor and headed to the Marin Islands, paddling out around the east island before heading south.

Our course took us under the Richmond-San Rafael bridge, around Point San Quentin, and then past the looming structures of San Quentin. It was noon when we landed on Windsurfer Beach, with all fourteen finding a spot to land among the gravel and rocks.

After lunch we were back in our boats at 12:50 retracing our route, although on this leg we made a beeline for Loch Lomond after crossing under the bridge.

We logged 9 miles over the course of our paddle. You can see a map that shows the track of our journey. More photos are available in an online gallery.

Emeryville to Clipper Cove

Nine of us were on the boat ramp at Emeryville Marina at 10:20 ready to launch with 10 minutes to spare for the posted 10:30 OTW (on the water). I noted that club members tend to be early, to which somebody replied, “time and tide wait for no man.” We were on the water at 10:25 with no wind and flat calm water. About an hour later we were paddling into a gentle breeze with wind ripples starting to appear on the water. Rather than set a course for our destination we pointed our boats to the north end of Treasure Island using a ferry angle to compensate for the flooding current that would carry us south towards our intended destination. The BASK trip planner showed a 1 knot current moving south during our crossing.

As we approached Treasure Island we paddled around a barge, and the flooding current was quite evident as we rounded the mooring buoy. After rounding the buoy, we turned towards our destination and make quick time for the beach at Clipper Cove.

The beach is a fine sand beach with a spectacular view to the east including a view of the eastern span of the Bay Bridge. It’s hard to imagine that in the middle of the greater Bay Area with over 7.5 million people one can find a beautiful peaceful secluded beach. After lunch we were back on the water, following the bridge for a way, again accounting for the current and eventually heading back to the marina.

Paddling along the bridge offered some dramatic photo opportunities, but the battery on my iPhone was dead at that point, so I didn’t capture any photos on the return leg. As we crossed the bay, we begin to feel the effects of wind coming from the northwest, which was starting to raise wind waves, enough to have some of our boats require additional effort to manage the quartering waves and wind.

I did capture the track of the paddle with my Garmin InReach which logged 9.1 miles. More photos are available in an online gallery.

Point San Pablo to Point Pinole

Point San Pablo Yacht Harbor always feels to me like a place that time left behind, not far from the hustle and bustle of the Bay Area, but also quiet and isolated. The gravel beach makes a fine spot for launching kayaks. Eight of us were on the water at 10:25. Riding the tail end of the flood gave us a bit of a boost, but with slack water at 11:44 we found ourselves bucking a slight current when we reached Point Pinole.

We had pelicans flying overhead and a few curious harbor seals giving us the eye. Arriving at Point Pinole, we paddled around the point and under the fishing pier landing on the beach at 12:25.

Eight of us made a cozy fit around the picnic table just above the beach. True to form, several varieties of chocolate candies were passed around. We were back on the water at 1:15. With the current with us all the way we made good time on the return.

As we passed Riviera de Garbage (otherwise known as the landfill near North Richmond) Alan took pride in claiming the name. You can see him pointing to the Riviera above. We were back at our launch site at 2:45 having logged 9.9 miles. More photos are available in an online gallery.