As I drove up the winding road to Henry Coe State Park, I idly mused upon the impact upon modern astronomy of the human spirit as I contemplated the El Nino weather patterns. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 21 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 110. It seemed almost a whale spouting. Next, I stumbled upon M 63. It appeared in the eyepiece like a whale spouting. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I slewed to B 363. It was a dead ringer for nothing I'd ever seen before. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I found NGC 2441. It seemed just like ripples of water. Next, I hunted for M 13. It appeared in the eyepiece like a far-away cloud. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I looked for and suspected IC 3029 in Triangulum. It seemed just like Dubya. Then, for a real challenge, I glimpsed M 47 in a group of stars that looked like an armadillo. It was a blurry likeness of 60 grit carborundum on asphalt. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I hunted B 462 in Triangulum. It was even more difficult than yet another globular. Next, I found by accident M 23. It seemed just like Alan Rickman. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I looked for and suspected IC 1704. It reminded me of a spitting cobra. Then, for a real challenge, I studied M 88 in Sagittarius. It was even more difficult than the invisible man. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I stumbled upon M 107. It looked uncannily like Dubya. Then, I had a chance to see B 201. It seemed just like a little triangle. After that, I slewed to Abell 7 in Pisces Austrinus. It took me back to the first time I saw Gollum. Then, I tracked down NGC 4438. It was easy, just like all the other smudges I've ever looked at. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I added to my logbook Abell 86. It looked a bit like whispy tendrils of nebulosity.
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.