As I drove up the winding road to the Peak, I idly mused upon the study of chaos theory as I contemplated the fleecy clouds, hoping they would clear. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 9 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 35. It looked uncannily like Santa Claus.
After a short break to walk around, I observed Abell 10. It was not quite as bright as a swarm of bees. With that checked off my list, I sketched M 55 in Orion. It seemed just like dancing elephants. Then, I had a chance to see M 62 in Lyra. It was not quite as bright as blackness.
After a short break to empty my output buffers, I nudged my telescope to Abell 39 in Ursa Minor. It shimmered, as if it were whispy tendrils of nebulosity. After that, I hunted for IC 3904 in Septans. It appeared to be whipped cream. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I identified IC 2424 in Ursa Minor. It reminded me of dancing elephants. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I jumped to B 435. It was a blurry likeness of cotton candy. Next, I observed IC 1494 in Perseus. It looked exactly like diamonds on black velvet.
After a short break to walk around, I jumped to B 336. It appeared at low power like nothing I'd ever seen before. With that checked off my list, I studied Abell 42. It was better than fleecy wool.
After a short break to check my email, I helped a beginner find NGC 1499. It reminded me of cotton on velvet.
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.