My observing report

As I drove up the winding road to another winding road only known to those from my support group, I idly mused upon the insignificance of my life's work as I contemplated the crystal-clear skies. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 15 telescopes set up.

I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 18 in Camelopardalis. It took me back to the first time I saw a waterfall. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I showed some guests M 37. It appeared to be dandruff on black satin pajamas. After that, I checked off NGC 2861. It gave the appearance of Santa Claus. Next, I sought NGC 6893. It was like smoke signals from a rampaging Iroquois band. With that checked off my list, I checked out B 425. It seemed fainter than desert sand. After that, I nudged my telescope to NGC 2165. It seemed fainter than the last six objects I'd seen. Then, for a real challenge, I slewed to Abell 86. It seemed almost the face of God.

After a short break to empty my output buffers, I tracked down NGC 3339. It was a blurry likeness of spent coals, faintly glowing. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I glimpsed M 100. It was like diamonds on light grey velvet. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I identified IC 1042. It seemed almost cream being swirled into hot coffee. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I observed M 91. It would be easy to confuse with a faint puff of nothingness, with a suspected, but not confirmed, central star. With that checked off my list, I went for IC 767. It compared favorably with diamonds on light grey velvet. Next, I hunted for Abell 96. It somewhat resembled a hamburger. (Hmm, it had been a while since dinner). With that checked off my list, I star-hopped to IC 3406 in Lyra. It reminded me of Demi Moore. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I added to my logbook B 552. It appeared as an inflamed monkey butt. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I tried for B 71. It seemed fainter than desert sand.

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 yet another town star party with clueless newbies.


    ...Akkana (with help from David North, Jane Houston Jones, and Bill Arnett) .

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