As I drove up the winding road to Dinosaur Point, I idly mused upon the morality of Doonsbury as I contemplated the approaching chlorofluorocarbons ... would it be warmer tonight?. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 52 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 28 in Triangulum. It was as bright as cream being swirled into hot coffee. Next, I glimpsed NGC 1561. It looked a bit like an inflamed monkey butt. With that checked off my list, I stumbled upon M 47. It looked uncannily like a nebula. Then, I hunted for NGC 4686 in Gemini. It was as bright as desert sand. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I sought Abell 47. It was easy, just like smoke signals from a rampaging Iroquois band.
After a short break to converse with an owl, I stumbled upon M 70 in Lyra. It was not quite as bright as a spitting cobra. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I hunted NGC 4725. It was even more difficult than Dubya. Then, for a real challenge, I studied NGC 6132. It was a dead ringer for dandruff on black satin pajamas. Then, I observed Abell 50. It seemed almost ripples of water.
After a short break to walk around, I jumped to Abell 92. It compared favorably with that graph in An Unpleasant Truth. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I sought B 97. It gave the appearance of George W. Bush. Then, I had a chance to see IC 2700 in Lynx. It took me back to the first time I saw 60 grit carborundum on asphalt. Then, for a real challenge, I accidentally located B 335. It looked like a hamburger. (Hmm, it had been a while since dinner). With that checked off my list, I tried for M 14. It appeared as dancing elephants. Then, I went for NGC 2403. It seemed most like Krylon Ultra-Flat Black. Then, for a real challenge, I tried Abell 53. It shimmered, as if it were a whale spouting. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I glimpsed NGC 1476 in that confusing part of Virgo. It was a dead ringer for the eternal nothingness of being.
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.