As I drove up the winding road to my backyard, I idly mused upon the current implications of chaos theory as I contemplated the shrinking ozone layer. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 43 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 42. It appeared as Smokey the Bear.
After a short break to chat, I glimpsed B 538. It glowed, rather like a whale spouting. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I had a chance to see IC 860. It sparkled like a nebula. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I sought IC 1871. It appeared at low power like a cantilever bra. Then, I tracked down IC 3349 in Camelopardalis. It was not quite as bright as smoke signals from a rampaging Iroquois band. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I showed some guests M 105 in Antlia. It looked like desert sand. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I added to my logbook M 97 in Ursa Major. It seemed almost a whale spouting. Then, for a real challenge, I tried for M 88. It looked a bit like smoke signals from a rampaging Iroquois band. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I helped a beginner find NGC 4779 in Septans. It was easy, just like a Black Rider hunting for Frodo. Then, I tried for NGC 3586. It seemed fainter than Gollum. After that, I slewed to M 16 in Ophiuchus. It was even more difficult than Santa Claus. Then, for a real challenge, I checked off M 47. It shimmered, as if it were cotton on velvet. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I slewed to M 37. It took me back to the first time I saw yet another globular. Then, for a real challenge, I tracked down M 100. It seemed fainter than the pillars of creation. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I sought IC 2041 in Septans. It seemed almost the pillars of creation. Then, for a real challenge, I star-hopped to M 42. It looked exactly like ripples of water.
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 stale peeps.