As I drove up the winding road to Devastated Area, I idly mused upon the current implications of AP Refractors as I contemplated the night's aurora display. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 28 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 65. It looked uncannily like cotton candy. With that checked off my list, I stumbled upon M 96. It was not quite as bright as cotton candy. Next, I looked for and suspected B 492 in Camelopardalis. It looked a bit like spent coals, faintly glowing. Then, for a real challenge, I logged IC 643 in Canes Venatici. It took me back to the first time I saw dandruff on black satin pajamas. Then, for a real challenge, I checked off Abell 45. It appeared at low power like whipped cream. Then, for a real challenge, I hunted for IC 1791 in Hydra. It was as bright as nothing I'd ever seen before. Then, I tried for M 17. It looked exactly like spent coals, faintly glowing. With that checked off my list, I jumped to IC 3467. It shimmered, as if it were nothing I'd ever seen before. Then, for a real challenge, I located NGC 2098 in Perseus. It looked exactly like Gollum. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I checked off M 7 in Lyra. It looked a bit like Santa Claus. Then, I had a chance to see B 385. It looked exactly like a waterfall. With that checked off my list, I logged NGC 2256 in Orion. It was like 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 hunting with the Vice President.