WHITEHORSE, YUKON-Sure, it’s a fine thing watching the aurora borealis from the ground, slack-jawed and staring heavenward. It’s quite another charging straight toward it in a B737 jet at 36,000 feet with your nose pressed to the window as the almighty thing hangs there, a great fiery green curtain, fluttering as if on an invisible line.
It’s tricky, the aurora.
