I’ll never forget that warm July evening a few years back when I dragged my family out to a dark field away from the city lights. We lay on blankets, necks craned upward, and there it was—the Big Dipper, hanging like a cosmic ladle in the northwest sky. My kids giggled at how it looked ready to scoop up stars, and that simple sight turned into hours of stories about navigation and ancient myths. If you’ve ever wondered about those seven bright stars twinkling in the summer night, you’re in for a treat. This guide dives deep into the Big…