My observing report

As I drove up the winding road to Devastated Area, I idly mused upon the higher implications of TAC 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 55 telescopes set up.

I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 2. It was better than an inflamed monkey butt. With that checked off my list, I hunted for Abell 40. It was as bright as an inflamed monkey butt.

After a short break to munch cheesy poofs, I jumped to B 289 in Antlia. It was easy, just like a Black Rider hunting for Frodo.

After a short break to walk around, I star-hopped to NGC 855 in Draco. It seemed almost a hamburger. (Hmm, it had been a while since dinner). Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I hunted for Abell 10 in Ophiuchus. It seemed just like a cantilever bra. Then, I checked off Abell 28 in Lepus. It was even more difficult than whispy tendrils of nebulosity. Then, for a real challenge, I looked at M 69 in Scorpius. It appeared in the eyepiece like spent coals, faintly glowing. Next, I logged IC 2948. It was easy, just like cream being swirled into hot coffee. After that, I found Abell 48. It was not quite as bright as a hamburger. (Hmm, it had been a while since dinner). With that checked off my list, I accidentally located M 83. It was easy, just like a waterfall. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I hunted Abell 57. It was even more difficult than 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 fetid Dingo's kidneys.


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

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