This image is of the Teacup Rock in Thunder Cove, PEI. This iconic location, where proposals, weddings, family photos, and annual pilgrimages happened was washed away by Fiona's fury. I had photographed this location dozens of times over the years, but this particular image was taken just weeks before it was destroyed. My wife and I headed out as I knew there was a chance of Northern Lights this particular night. When we arrived I set up my camera on top of the cliff and took a few test shots to see if the aurora was starting. Nothing. We waited in the car for a long time. I kept going out to try my camera for any hint but no luck. We were just talking about if we should head home when I noticed the faint glimpse of light on the horizon. I jumped outside and sure enough, the aurora was starting. Within a few minutes, pillars of light were dancing on the horizon. I grabbed my camera and camera bag and left my wife to head to the Teacup which was about 1.5 km down the beach and around a point. As I walked the lights were getting brighter and brighter as was my pace. I did not want to miss the opportunity, and sometimes the aurora will only show herself for 15 minutes and be gone. I got to the location where the teacup is blocked by a large cliff and you have to walk around through the water. I took a few shots there just in case the lights faded away and started to make my way around the point, camera attached to my tripod over my shoulder and backpack strapped on. I left my shoes and rolled up my pants as any other time I had gone I only had to wade up to my knees to make it around the point. I guess in all the times I had been there I was never there during high tide. I was quickly up to my waist in water, on very slippery moss-covered rocks, trying my best to keep my balance and not ruin thousands of dollars in camera equipment. I thought about turning around, but I had already been soaked and my camera bag was about 1/3 under water so the damage was already done. I decided to gingerly and slowly carry on. I made it through the first section of deep water without falling. I regrouped and took a few images then continued on through the last section of water to the Teacup. When I got there I quickly set up my tripod and started taking photos. After a little while, I called my wife to tell her about the adventure and went back to taking images. A few minutes later I get a text from her. High tide is in 30 minutes. Well, it was about midnight at this time and there was no way I was going to try to make it back around the point again, especially if the water was even higher. I called my wife and told her I might have to hang out on this small piece of dry rock for another couple of hours until the tide goes down, but that I was on dry land and safe. Knowing I had nothing but time, I started exploring different angles and lighting techniques to try to light up the foreground rocks just enough. It was an amazing experience, trapped alone with the beautiful teacup rock and northern lights dancing on the horizon. After about an hour and a half of shooting, I had run out of angles and ideas. The temperature had dropped to about 15 degrees and I was starting to get a bit cold with my wet clothes. I knew that if I ventured down the beach in the opposite direction from where I came in that there was a cottage lane that went out to the main road. I called my wife to explain to her my idea and where to pick me up as it was a good 5 km walk back to the car from this lane. I headed down the beach and up to the lane. I had my headlight on and was afraid someone would think my light was a robber as I walked past the cottages. Luckily everyone was sound asleep. I made it to the lane and started to walk up it in my bare feet. The lane was at least a kilometer long but I figured my wife would meet me most of the way down. Nope, she called me to tell me there were huge potholes out close to the road and she had to wait there for me. I walked carefully out to the end of the lane to the car. I now had to go back to the main beach and make the 3km return trip to go and fetch my sneakers and socks. By this time it was at least 2am. The aurora had still not let up and was actually getting stronger. We got in the car and headed home, taking the coastal route and stopping several times so I could shoot the aurora from several different locations. At around 3:3o, my extremely patient wife asked if we could please go home as she was exhausted. That was the only time on PEI that I had seen the northern lights shine brightly the entire night. It was a magical night I will not soon forget.