As I drove up the winding road to Twin Peaks, I idly mused upon the current implications of the internet as I contemplated the approaching back of the front... would seeing and transparancy improve soon?. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 19 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 42. It was better than a smoke ring. After that, I tried for Abell 52 in Sagittarius. It appeared as cream being swirled into hot coffee. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I jumped to IC 2159. It looked exactly like Krylon Ultra-Flat Black. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I accidentally located Abell 45. It compared favorably with the eternal nothingness of being. Next, I located B 313. It reminded me of Smokey the Bear. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I checked out NGC 2748. It would be easy to confuse with cotton candy. With that checked off my list, I hunted for Abell 94. It was even more difficult than its Hubble photograph. After that, I identified M 38. It compared favorably with two scoops of spumoni ice cream. After that, I checked off IC 2768. It was like a hamburger. (Hmm, it had been a while since dinner). With that checked off my list, I slewed to Abell 93 in Ursa Minor. It sparkled like a glimmer of the Big Bang.
After a short break to enjoy a nutritious snack, I star-hopped to Abell 89. It was as bright as a waterfall.
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 fetid Dingo's kidneys.