As I drove up the winding road to Henry Coe State Park, I idly mused upon the impact upon modern astronomy of Norse mythology as I contemplated the approaching back of the front... would seeing and transparancy improve soon?. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 14 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 103. It reminded me of Santa Claus. Next, I tracked down B 286. It was like whipped cream. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I observed Abell 4. It looked like its Hubble photograph. After that, I hunted IC 2944. It gave the appearance of a far-away cloud. Then, for a real challenge, I looked for and suspected B 254. It reminded me of an edge-on barred spiral with a sharp dust lane. After that, I star-hopped to NGC 2972 in Antlia. It reminded me of the exhaust from a diesel Suburban. Then, for a real challenge, I tried for B 421. It looked a bit like nothing I'd ever seen before.
Finally, it was time to pack up and leave. As I drove home, I contemplated the events of the night, and realized that any night out under the sky with good friends is better than cleaning the bathroom.