This really feels like the middle of nowhere, I said to my partner.
Rob and I were driving along the road to Cherry Springs State Park in north central Pennsylvania. We were in Gods Country, as Potter County calls itself. Dense forests surrounded us. Every so often, we would pass a hunting cabin, closed for the season. But we saw few other signs of life – human life, that is. Trees and wildflowers lined the road; butterflies and birds flitted between them.
On this sunny afternoon, we werent so much noticing nature as we were getting lost in it. This largely undeveloped, sparsely populated region of Pennsylvania includes 29 state parks, eight state forests and the Allegheny National Forest. Cherry Springs itself is surrounded by the 262,000-acre Susquehannock State Forest.
We were here to see stars. At night, Cherry Springs is one of the darkest spots on the East Coast. Free of the light pollution that affects so much of the Eastern Seaboard, the park is an ideal site for stargazing.
Cherry Springs is popular with hard-core amateur astronomers, but its also open to starry-eyed know-nothings like Rob and me, who, when we look up at night, can identify airplanes and the moon. From Memorial Day to Labor Day, the park offers weekend astronomy programs for the general public. The Astronomical Society of Harrisburg and the Central Pennsylvania Observers hold annual multiday stargazing parties in June and September, respectively.
We eventually arrived at the park, but night was still several hours off. With daylight to kill, we drove on to the nearby Pennsylvania Lumber Museum.
Lumber history may seem far removed from the nature we had come here to experience, but the industry is in part responsible for the vast forests that make this such a dark place. The museum tells the story of how Pennsylvania forests fueled the nations growth and how technological changes made it easier and faster to cut, process and ship wood.
Eventually, inevitably, there were no more trees to cut. And as the lumber industry declined, the state stepped in, buying up clear-cut land. State foresters helped regenerate dense stands of trees. A museum exhibit tells the story of the Civilian Conservation Corps work in Pennsylvanias forests; FDRs Depression-era work program put more men into Pennsylvania than any other state but California. Rob and I were here to enjoy the fruits of their labors.
We met Stash Nawrocki in the Cherry Springs parking lot just as the sun was beginning to set. Stash moved to the area 15 years ago from Philadelphia, where hed worked as an ER nurse. Today he leads private stargazing tours and volunteers as a guide for the parks public programs.
The three of us would stargaze on an old airstrip, which the park identifies as the site for short-term stargazing. But first, Stash took us to the Astronomy Observation Field to see the die-hards. The field was quiet but full of tents and campers. Some people were already starting to remove the covers from wide, squat telescopes.
This area of the park has been developed with astronomers in mind. Observation domes provide protection from the wind, since even the slightest breeze can ruin a long-exposure photograph. At sundown, the entrance gate is locked to prevent any vehicles from entering or exiting. The park has built up earthen berms and planted trees to block the lights of passing cars.
Stash took us back to our side of the field, where he had set up a telescope. We looked to the western sky and saw a bright dot slowly emerge. This, Stash told us, was Venus. When the sky grew darker, he had us look at the planet through the telescope.
I was expecting a round planet, but I saw a crescent. No way! I said.
Thats what most people say, Stash said.
Venus has phases, like the moon; the crescent we saw was the part of the planet facing the sun. My surprise turned into reflection: How had I never thought about this before?
The night was filled with such lessons. Stash taught us how to find Polaris, the North Star, by following the two stars on the right side of the Big Dippers cup. He explained how the constellations rotate around the North Star and showed us the separate invisible line, known as the elliptic, on which we would see planets.
Planets dont move in the same apparent motion as the stars, he said. Again, this felt like something I should have known, maybe did know. I realized how little time Ive spent looking into my light-polluted night sky back home.
The night wasnt all stars and planets. Just as the Lumber Museum had shown us something about nature, so Stashs stargazing tour included a nod to humans. If we stared at an area of the sky without focusing too much on any one spot, he told us, we could see satellites.
Theres one, Rob said before too long. Sure enough, we saw a tiny white dot purposefully making its way across the sky.
He told us that we could even see the International Space Station with the naked eye, although we wouldnt that particular night – it wouldnt appear until around 4:30 in the morning. NASAs Web site gives details on when and where it passes.
After several hours, Rob and I left to head back to our motel.
Be careful, Stash warned as we departed. There are animals everywhere.
He was right. We saw two foxes, three deer, four porcupines and even a small mouselike creature scurrying across the road.
While we were driving back, Cherry Springs still felt like the middle of nowhere. But after wed stared up into the universe for the night, so did the entire planet.