As I drove up the winding road to the middle of nowhere, I idly mused upon the deep mystery of Norse mythology 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 37 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 82 in Serpens. It was like whispy tendrils of nebulosity. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I hunted NGC 5138 in Corvus. It was like a hamburger. (Hmm, it had been a while since dinner). Then, for a real challenge, I logged NGC 1212. It reminded me of Miss Piggy. Then, I located Abell 86. It sparkled like all the other smudges I've ever looked at. Next, I showed some guests NGC 1691. It was not quite as bright as nothing I'd ever seen before. Then, I accidentally located IC 2943. It shimmered, as if it were nothing I'd ever seen before. After that, I glimpsed B 468. It looked exactly like a UFO.
After a short break to recite my mantra, I sketched B 204. It appeared as Gollum. Next, I hunted for Abell 16 in Ursa Minor. It reminded me 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 reading observing reports.