I've seen the Aurora from a hot tub in Bozeman. Seeing it at -25C doesn't seem like it would be nearly as enjoyable.

That's not that cold. Off the top of the head, that's about -13° to -16° which is a brisk Vermont morning.

I've seen the aurora borealis twice, both times about 35 years ago in upper Michigan. I seem to remember that both were in late autumn, in relatively mild temperatures (around freezing). It is perhaps the most spectacular visual light show to be witnessed on this earth, and at the same time, one of the hardest to describe. Words like "awe-inspiring, shimmering curtain of multi-colored light" don't even begin to do justice to the actual event. To me, the occasional sighting of the aurora is one of the few rewards for living in the higher latitudes (which I have not for decades now).

That is magnificent. Having lived only in the mildest of climates (east coast of Australia) I see the lonely little outposts of light and warmth in these scenes of dark and cold, seemingly on the verge of space, as something incredibly heroic and romantic. People from Minnesota are probably laughing.

I've seen the aurora twice. 12 years ago just before my father passed away. And last August 11 just before dawn of the day my grandson was born.