Everglades

Forget the comforting glow of your smartphone and venture deep into the ink-black embrace of Big Cypress Preserve, where mosquitoes buzz louder than your conscience after an overpriced avocado toast brunch. Here in one of Florida's last truly dark-sky sanctuaries, the heavens throw themselves open with the spectacle and audacity of a Times Square billboard-but infinitely classier. Pick a moonless night, pack ample insect repellent (trust me-those little bloodsuckers consider you the evening's prix fixe), a folding chair, flashlight with red filter, and some snacks (bonus points if they're slightly pretentious artisanal cheeses). Arrive an hour or two after sunset, planning at least a week ahead to ensure clear skies, budgeting little more than gas money, snacks, and your willingness to part temporarily from your Netflix queue. Here, beneath a sprawling tapestry of stars brighter and more plentiful than anything you've seen outside of sci-fi CGI, you'll reconnect with your inner Carl Sagan-or at least score an Instagram post that'll make your friends question their life choices. Worth it? Absolutely-if only for the smug satisfaction of casually mentioning your recent commune with the infinite cosmos at your next tedious office meeting.