As I drove up the winding road to Twin Peaks, I idly mused upon the deep mystery of the internet 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 51 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 42 in Ursa Minor. It seemed most like diamonds on black velvet. Then, I showed some guests NGC 2233 in Lyra. It looked uncannily like two scoops of spumoni ice cream. Then, I tried for Abell 30. It took me back to the first time I saw lumpy darkness. Next, I slewed to M 86. It seemed most like a whale spouting. Then, for a real challenge, I nudged my telescope to IC 2085. It was a blurry likeness of cotton candy. After that, I observed M 97. It took me back to the first time I saw Demi Moore.
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 sitting in a dentist's waiting room.