October granted my wish in Banff, Canada. I stared in awe, mouth dropped wide open except for the release of elongated "ooh"s and "aah"s. This was only the appetizer. A triple whammy of clouds, scattered rain, and a full moon (as the second brightest source of light next to the sun, Mr. Moon is public enemy no. 1 in stargazing circles) prevented the naked eye from seeing much twinkle, twinkle littles.
Then came November, taking me to Joshua Tree, California.
No words.
To my great dismay, however, the method I used back in Canada didn't work out this time as the genius of a brain in my head forgot to set focus to infinity. Incredible sights, blurry photos. Tears.
December brought redemption on a
I've got a long ways to go, but here's to gazing at sparkling celestial beings more often, from various geographic coordinates.
Sorry Disneyland, but World of Color got nothing on this.
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