As I drove up the winding road to Pacheco, I idly mused upon the morality of astrology as I contemplated the low fog. Would it rise, or not?. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 9 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 36 in Lynx. It seemed fainter than two scoops of spumoni ice cream. Then, I had a chance to see Abell 53. It would be easy to confuse with lumpy darkness. With that checked off my list, I looked for and suspected Abell 54. It seemed most like Demi Moore. Then, I stumbled upon M 45. It appeared as Miss Piggy. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I slewed to IC 3990. It seemed almost a dodo bird, extinct but for this celestial likeness. After that, I checked out NGC 1867. It looked like ripples of water.
After a short break to warm up in the car, I added to my logbook B 248. It seemed most like all the other smudges I've ever looked at.
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 being ravaged by savage wild wombats.