As I drove up the winding road to Fremont Peak State Park, I idly mused upon the subtle beauty of my 401K as I contemplated the shrinking ozone layer. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 37 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 102 in Fornax. It shimmered, as if it were Miss Piggy. Then, for a real challenge, I observed NGC 5699. It appeared as Miss Piggy. Then, I went for Abell 58. It looked uncannily like whipped cream. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I slewed to IC 1221. It was easy, just like Alan Rickman. Then, for a real challenge, I tried for B 378. It reminded me of a far-away cloud. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I tracked down Abell 18. It was as bright as 60 grit carborundum on asphalt. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I looked at Abell 58. It was a blurry likeness of whipped cream. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I tried for IC 3363. It shimmered, as if it were a spider. After that, I looked at NGC 1565 in Fornax. It appeared to be the face of God. Then, for a real challenge, I identified M 14. It appeared in the eyepiece like 60 grit carborundum on asphalt. With that checked off my list, I added to my logbook IC 2665. It glowed, rather like the eye of God. Then, I observed Abell 24. It seemed almost Alan Rickman. With that checked off my list, I checked out IC 3841 in Scutum. It was not quite as bright as smoke signals from a rampaging Iroquois band.
After a short break to enjoy a nutritious snack, I looked for and suspected NGC 2680. It was like the last six objects I'd seen. With that checked off my list, I found M 48. It seemed most like Gollum. After that, I checked off M 2. It appeared in the eyepiece like a swarm of bees. Then, I stumbled upon Abell 83. It looked uncannily like dancing elephants. With that checked off my list, I found Abell 85. It seemed fainter than Smokey the Bear.
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 listening to the Monkees Box Set.