side of the mountain, a noisy circus of sound and light, sure to frighten away every wild animal for miles around.
finally we reach a large open meadow. at the center we lay trash bags on the grass in a large daisy pattern. lying back with our heads at the center, we turn off our lights and look up. you can hear sounds of amazement from around the circle. this year the sky is so clear we can see the milky way stretch from one horizon to the other.
as our eyes adjust, i take a green laser pointer from my pocket and direct everyone’s attention to a distinct pattern of five 