I've never actually written it down, but it includes things like learn to play the bagpipes (much to the chagrin of my bagpipe-hating husband), visit every country in Europe (I think he's pretty cool with this one, though, just as long as I take him with me), play the role of Mimi in La Boheme (any production will do--at this point, I can't be too picky and may need to start my own backyard opera series), and see the Northern Lights.
Don't get me wrong. They were pretty cool. It was just when I saw the pictures taken by friends who had actually gone out to Lake Superior to watch them that I realized what I had missed. So, I didn't cross that item off of the bucket list that exists only in my mind after all. I needed to see them for real, over Lake Superior.
A little bit before we got to the lake, we came to a clearing where you could see The Lights pretty well. Joel stopped the car and we all got out to look. The girls could finally understand why we had made them get out of bed to see this. It's a once in a lifetime experience for most people, and how lucky we are that they will have many other chances as long as we are living here.
The girls were a little scared because it was pretty dark out there, even with The Lights on, and Puccini cried for a long time until Joel just held her. She apparently isn't a fan of being in strange places in the dark.
I had trouble at first figuring out how the heck to photograph the lights. The shutter had to be open for quite a while, and I didn't think to bring a tripod. I also didn't think to grab my f/1.8 lens, either, which would have been so much better. And they turned out blurry because I didn't have the presence of mind to change to manual focus and focus to infinity. Sigh. But who can be expected to think of these things at 2:30 in the morning?
Get a perfect photograph of the Northern Lights.
I guess I'll just have to see them again before I can die.