After a long day that included driving through a blizzard, I pulled up to an intersection on the Ring Road. Two miles to the left was the town of Hofn...170 miles to the right was the town of Vik.

If I turned left, I could get a warm meal and a place to sleep. If I turned right, I could make up for time spent in the blizzard trying (and failing) to cross a mountain pass earlier that day.

I got out of the car to think about it. I looked up and saw the full moon rising over the mountains. The storm had cleared and the sky had opened up. I grabbed my camera, setup the tripod, and took some photos. When I got back in the car, I realized I still hadn't decided which way to go.

I turned to the right.

If I had chosen the comfortable way to the left, I would have enjoyed dinner and slept in a bed but I would have missed out on an unexpected light show just a couple of hours away.