Editor's Note
Last night, I stood outside my house with a star app, pointing my phone upward to a particularly bright planet. The app revealed a large ram, Capricornus, connecting Saturn, the planet I could see, with Jupiter. To the right was the deeply complex-looking Milky Way. Suddenly, the night sky was alive with things I couldn’t see because of light pollution and my lack of knowledge of the constellations. In places like Indian Garden nestled five miles down into the Grand Canyon, I’ve seen the black sky pulsating with light from hundreds of thousands of stars. It’s like watching a performance in itself, the universe sparkling as the Earth spins and rearranges the stars. And it’s moments like this that keep me going back to Grand Canyon, Zion, Arches and Bryce Canyon,…