My observing report

As I drove up the winding road to the middle of nowhere, I idly mused upon the impact upon modern astronomy of AP Refractors as I contemplated the past week of rain. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 48 telescopes set up.

I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 47 in a group of stars that looked like an armadillo. It somewhat resembled a dodo bird, extinct but for this celestial likeness. Then, for a real challenge, I hunted for Abell 22 in Sagittarius. It was as bright as two scoops of spumoni ice cream. After that, I located B 10. It looked a bit like a spitting cobra. With that checked off my list, I tried IC 1972 in Cygnus. It appeared to be fleecy wool. Then, I helped a beginner find Abell 24. It appeared to be a cantilever bra. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I hunted for M 104. It gave the appearance of a far-away cloud. After that, I added to my logbook M 89 in Lepus. It compared favorably with diamonds on black velvet. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I nudged my telescope to M 64. It seemed almost its Hubble photograph. After that, I hunted IC 1292 in Ursa Minor. It was easy, just like a spitting cobra. Then, I sketched M 1 in Sculptor. It was as bright as one of Martha Stewart's doilies. Next, I checked out M 37. It appeared to be a dodo bird, extinct but for this celestial likeness. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I accidentally located IC 3438. It seemed most like the eternal nothingness of being. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I added to my logbook NGC 3067 in Triangulum. It gave the appearance of two scoops of spumoni ice cream.

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 spending the evening reading blogs.


    ...Akkana (with help from David North, Jane Houston Jones, and Bill Arnett) .

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