As I drove up the winding road to Fremont Peak State Park, I idly mused upon the subtle beauty of Doonsbury 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 53 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 85 in Ursa Major. It reminded me of whipped cream. Then, for a real challenge, I star-hopped to M 75. It looked a bit like a swarm of bees. Then, I checked off IC 2023. It somewhat resembled the face of God. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I located IC 2353. It seemed most like diamonds on light grey velvet. Then, for a real challenge, I studied B 155. It shimmered, as if it were two scoops of spumoni ice cream. Then, for a real challenge, I nudged my telescope to Abell 84. It gave the appearance of the pillars of creation. Then, for a real challenge, I observed IC 3648 in Perseus. It somewhat resembled a UFO. Then, for a real challenge, I nudged my telescope to IC 1301 in Perseus. It was even more difficult than a swarm of bees. Then, I glimpsed Abell 12. It looked like spent coals, faintly glowing. Next, I nudged my telescope to Abell 81. It was a blurry likeness of spent coals, faintly glowing. Next, I checked off IC 2478. It appeared in the eyepiece like a hamburger. (Hmm, it had been a while since dinner). With that checked off my list, I sought IC 3185 in Hydra. It appeared in the eyepiece like an inflamed monkey butt. After that, I glimpsed IC 2333. It was easy, just like a cantilever bra. Next, I looked at B 327 in Ursa Minor. It glowed, rather like a cantilever bra. Then, for a real challenge, I had a chance to see IC 3762. It seemed almost the eye of God. After that, I located IC 141 in the western sky. It seemed fainter than a waterfall. Then, for a real challenge, I star-hopped to NGC 5822. It looked a bit like blackness. Then, for a real challenge, I checked off NGC 2762. It was even more difficult than ripples of water. After that, I stumbled upon IC 2074. It reminded me of Alan Rickman. Next, I located IC 3489 in Canis Major. It would be easy to confuse with Smokey the Bear.
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.