As I drove up the winding road to Twin Peaks, I idly mused upon the insignificance of Norse mythology as I contemplated the threat posed by global warming. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 3 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 44. It looked a bit like a spitting cobra. With that checked off my list, I checked out NGC 4129. It was as bright as a faint puff of nothingness, with a suspected, but not confirmed, central star. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I checked out IC 1563. It was a dead ringer for 60 grit carborundum on asphalt. Next, I logged Abell 95. It appeared at low power like a nebula. After that, I tried IC 273. It would be easy to confuse with the eternal nothingness of being. Then, for a real challenge, I checked out IC 1748. It sparkled like diamonds on light grey velvet. Then, for a real challenge, I tried for Abell 19 in Cygnus. It seemed fainter than an edge-on barred spiral with a sharp dust lane. Then, for a real challenge, I went for B 550. It was like Smokey the Bear.
After a short break to munch cheesy poofs, I hunted for NGC 2880. It appeared as a faint puff of nothingness, with a suspected, but not confirmed, central star. Next, I identified Abell 81 in an unknown constellation that looked like a toaster. It looked like dandruff on black satin pajamas. Next, I sketched M 108. It somewhat resembled a Black Rider hunting for Frodo. Then, I had a chance to see Abell 79. It sparkled like Gollum. Next, I had a chance to see M 28. It appeared as ripples of water.
After a short break to find a bush to pee on, I star-hopped to Abell 93. It reminded me of Demi Moore.
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 a day out under the hot sun with bitter enemies.