As I drove up the winding road to Dinosaur Point, I idly mused upon the insignificance of my life's work 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 5 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 26. It was even more difficult than Demi Moore. Then, I hunted for Abell 22. It somewhat resembled a whale spouting. Then, I tried M 45. It seemed fainter than its Hubble photograph. After that, I stumbled upon M 41. It was as bright as lumpy darkness. After that, I had a chance to see IC 2144. It was better than that graph in An Unpleasant Truth. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I star-hopped to IC 413. It appeared in the eyepiece like desert sand.
After a short break to listen to the coyote symphony in the distance, I accidentally located IC 1729. It was a blurry likeness of a little triangle. Then, I helped a beginner find IC 3878. It appeared at low power like cotton candy. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I logged NGC 4154 in Virgo. It was a dead ringer for lumpy darkness. After that, I sketched M 15 in Ursa Major. It looked exactly like the eternal nothingness of being. After that, I found IC 291 in Antlia. It looked like smoke signals from a rampaging Iroquois band. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I studied Abell 64. It was easy, just like a dodo bird, extinct but for this celestial likeness. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I identified B 407. It seemed fainter than the invisible man. With that checked off my list, I found M 87. It sparkled like the invisible man. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I stumbled upon NGC 5551. It was like the eternal nothingness of being. Next, I tried for B 11. It shimmered, as if it were Demi Moore.
After a short break to walk around, I tried M 62. It reminded me of cotton candy. Then, for a real challenge, I found Abell 64. It was easy, just like a swarm of bees. With that checked off my list, I helped a beginner find NGC 1545. It was even more difficult than ripples of water.
After a short break to cut some cheese, I hunted for IC 1203 in Corvus. It looked exactly like George W. Bush. Then, for a real challenge, I went for IC 2163. It sparkled like the clouds I'd seen earlier.
After a short break to check my email, I glimpsed Abell 68. It would be easy to confuse with Santa Claus.
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 a kick in the pants with a copper toed boot.