Almost everyone enjoys a beautiful sunset but with most of the U.S. population living near large cities, the show in the sky stops when the sun goes down. Around here I’ve noticed that on almost any night when the moon is new or hiding behind the ridges, it’s hard to walk outside without being distracted by the ocean of stars above your head. The night sky is spectacular and the Milky Way is usually on full display. It can’t look too much different than it did thousands of years ago when Native Americans thrived among these same ridges and valleys. There are no cell phone towers or glaring lights from nearby cities junking up the view and it’s rare to see the blinking lights of a distant jet. Hanging out with the beasts in the fields at night it’s not uncommon to see the flash of a meteor out of the corner of your eye, and still have enough time to look up and watch it flame-out on the horizon. The feeling one gets when gazing on such a scene is much like Van Gogh’s “The Starry Night” , a vast, animated sky that almost feels alive.