As I drove up the winding road to Pacheco, I idly mused upon the current implications of world hunger 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 59 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 110 in Fornax. It appeared to be all the other smudges I've ever looked at. Then, for a real challenge, I looked for and suspected B 527. It was a dead ringer for dandruff on black satin pajamas. Then, I located M 52. It seemed just like cotton candy. Then, for a real challenge, I hunted IC 1433. It took me back to the first time I saw cream being swirled into hot coffee. With that checked off my list, I glimpsed Abell 70. It gave the appearance of the eternal nothingness of being. Then, I identified IC 2242. It looked uncannily like a hamburger. (Hmm, it had been a while since dinner).
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 reading observing reports.