Last year, I visited a small National Monument called Pipe Springs in Utah, the site of the Piute, Native American reservation. It wasn’t the museum of native artifacts dating back thousands of years, amazing in its own right, that struck with me awe. Nights crisp cold, the sky blazed with an unencumbered view of the Milky Way against a backdrop of pure onyx. It had been long time since I seen such cosmic majesty with my own eyes and not from Hubble satellite pictures. A recent weekend newspaper suggested exotic places to visit with National Geographic views of the heavens. I’m usually looking for light in the darkness, but it saddened me that we must now travel off the beaten track to experience a sky uncluttered by luminous pollution.