My observing report

As I drove up the winding road to Henry Coe State Park, I idly mused upon the morality of cosmology as I contemplated the threat posed by global warming. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 21 telescopes set up.

I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 96. It looked exactly like a UFO. Next, I looked for and suspected Abell 39. It appeared to be R2-D2. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I glimpsed B 212. It was like Miss Piggy. After that, I went for M 91. It shimmered, as if it were two scoops of spumoni ice cream. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I checked off Abell 94. It would be easy to confuse with a nebula. Then, for a real challenge, I located Abell 35. It seemed most like smoke signals from a rampaging Iroquois band. With that checked off my list, I had a chance to see M 79. It reminded me of the eternal nothingness of being. After that, I tracked down B 580 in Draco. It seemed just like ripples of water. With that checked off my list, I studied B 57. It compared favorably with smoke signals from a rampaging Iroquois band.

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 Beowulf in Old English.


    ...Akkana (with help from David North, Jane Houston Jones, and Bill Arnett) .

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