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Feb. 23rd, 2007 11:25 pmA few years back I went with my family for a week-long vacation in a hunting cabin on Indian Lake, in New York's Adirondacks. The cabin I stayed in with my grandparents was, shall we say, eclectically decorated with mounted animals in every shape and size, including a moosehead that was only an inch or so higher on the wall than my own head, and stuck out about 4 feet into the room. The last night we were there held one of the most amazing sights I've ever seen.
I was out on the dock with my father. It was entirely dark and you could see every star in the sky, it seemed. Except along the eastern side of the lake, at an angle to where we were standing, where the hills smoothed out a bit and you could see though to the land beyond. We found out later that what we'd seen was happening at least 60 miles away.
There was a storm way out, low on the horizon. A big storm, to judge by the amount of lightning. It flashed every other second, it seemed like, some bright flashes that illuminated those clouds so far away and others, tiny threads of bolts that must have been gigantic close up but were barely visible to us. And above it all the stars pulsing and spread thick above us like an artist's splatter painting. We called the entire family to come look and we all stood out there on the dock in silent awe. Every so often, if you were watching the right area of sky, you could catch a shooting star.
I was out on the dock with my father. It was entirely dark and you could see every star in the sky, it seemed. Except along the eastern side of the lake, at an angle to where we were standing, where the hills smoothed out a bit and you could see though to the land beyond. We found out later that what we'd seen was happening at least 60 miles away.
There was a storm way out, low on the horizon. A big storm, to judge by the amount of lightning. It flashed every other second, it seemed like, some bright flashes that illuminated those clouds so far away and others, tiny threads of bolts that must have been gigantic close up but were barely visible to us. And above it all the stars pulsing and spread thick above us like an artist's splatter painting. We called the entire family to come look and we all stood out there on the dock in silent awe. Every so often, if you were watching the right area of sky, you could catch a shooting star.