I’ll never forget my first real meteor shower. I was twelve, lying on a deflated air mattress in the back of my dad’s pickup truck, somewhere deep in the Oregon high desert. The sky was so thick with stars it looked like someone had spilled salt on black velvet. And then — a streak. Then … Read more
I’d been driving east on US-50 through Nevada for two hours without passing a single gas station, restaurant, or town worth more than a paragraph in a guidebook. My Celestron SkyMaster binoculars rode shotgun, ready for the dark skies ahead. The highway stretched ahead like a gray ribbon unspooling across alkali flats, and my phone … Read more
There’s a moment that happens about two hours after sunset in Great Basin National Park, somewhere around 9,000 feet elevation, when the last trace of twilight bleeds out of the sky and the Milky Way detonates overhead like someone cracked open the universe. I’d driven six hours from Salt Lake City to see it, and … Read more