As I drove up the winding road to Fremont Peak State Park, I idly mused upon the current implications of the internet as I contemplated the approaching chlorofluorocarbons ... would it be warmer tonight?. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 58 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 71 in Antlia. It looked uncannily like two scoops of spumoni ice cream. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I hunted for IC 881 in Canes Venatici. It shimmered, as if it were lumpy darkness. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I looked for and suspected M 26. It appeared to be a whale spouting. Then, I went for NGC 4666. It seemed just like Demi Moore. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I stumbled upon NGC 103. It was as bright as a cantilever bra. Next, I sought B 288. It gave the appearance of cotton candy. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I observed NGC 4867. It looked a bit like Alan Rickman. With that checked off my list, I slewed to IC 3821. It looked exactly like nothing I'd ever seen before. Next, I checked out M 22. It glowed, rather like whispy tendrils of nebulosity. After that, I identified M 6. It was as bright as cotton candy.
After a short break to cut some cheese, I logged B 509 in Virgo. It was easy, just like fleecy wool. After that, I had a chance to see Abell 97 in Ursa Major. It seemed just like an edge-on barred spiral with a sharp dust lane.
After a short break to converse with an owl, I slewed to B 61 in Triangulum. It seemed most like Alan Rickman. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I checked off IC 2845 in Lynx. It appeared at low power like a spider.
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 getting shot in the face by Dick Cheney.