About a week ago I was lying on the aft deck of a sailing ship that was maneuvering her way among the Indonesian islands. I would wake around 3 am, which is normal. Some nights, we had a full moon. After that, there was a pure, perfect hour before the moon rose in which I had the sky with all its stars all to myself. Everyone else was belowdecks and drinking. I had everything from Orion to the Southern Cross, and my eyes dried out from keeping them so wide open for so long taking it all in. It is so very rare that we see a sky untouched such as this. In America, we have to formally designate these spots just so that we can, on rare occasion, see the Milky Way. As a child in Central Florida, I spent hours staring at the stars. Now I have to spend thousands to get to places to see what is our birthright: a perfect sky.