As I drove up the winding road to Twin Peaks, I idly mused upon the inner workings of Norse mythology 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 3 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 106. It glowed, rather like whipped cream. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I hunted for NGC 5186. It was as bright as ripples of water. After that, I checked off M 14. It appeared to be Smokey the Bear. Then, for a real challenge, I helped a beginner find Abell 6. It was a dead ringer for two scoops of spumoni ice cream. Next, I had a chance to see Abell 65. It appeared as dancing elephants.
After a short break to empty my output buffers, I identified M 30 in Lynx. It reminded me of the clouds I'd seen earlier. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I stumbled upon M 46. It was like an inflamed monkey butt. Next, I checked off Abell 81. It would be easy to confuse with diamonds on light grey velvet.
After a short break to warm up in the car, I accidentally located B 153 in Canis Major. It somewhat resembled the eye of God. Then, I tried for IC 339. It seemed most like the exhaust from a diesel Suburban.
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 being ravaged by savage wild wombats.