Last night, February 7, a full moon hung in the cloudless sky. These days, with light pollution from the city lights, the moon is about the only object one can see to appreciate. Stars don't stand out like they did when I was a kid growing up in the country. Sometimes then I would be outside looking up and being overwhelmed by the many points of light. Recently in Hawaii while doing a night tour of a volcano, I felt and saw the same scene. As darkness settled our knowledgable guide started pointing out various constellations. I'm glad I experienced it again.That same moon was shining down on the frontier fort of Abraham Lincoln, too.
Last evening the teacher of the class on the military frontier spoke of the hardships that troopers endured out here. The cavalry parade ground stood right in front of Custer's house, and he told us of the terrible mud conditions in wet seasons and the dusty clouds in dry seasons. Both were hard to tolerate. Someone said that dust is just mud with the juice squeezed out. Almost the same when you look at it that way.
Last evening the teacher of the class on the military frontier spoke of the hardships that troopers endured out here. The cavalry parade ground stood right in front of Custer's house, and he told us of the terrible mud conditions in wet seasons and the dusty clouds in dry seasons. Both were hard to tolerate. Someone said that dust is just mud with the juice squeezed out. Almost the same when you look at it that way.
