As I drove up the winding road to Fremont Peak State Park, I idly mused upon the morality of Dilbert as I contemplated the low fog. Would it rise, or not?. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 47 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 47. It looked a bit like the face of God. Then, for a real challenge, I glimpsed M 31. It was as bright as a glimmer of the Big Bang. Then, for a real challenge, I studied Abell 84. It seemed most like desert sand. Then, for a real challenge, I star-hopped to B 370. It looked exactly like Alan Rickman. Then, I went for NGC 6307. It looked a bit like Demi Moore. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I studied NGC 6085. It was a blurry likeness of Smokey the Bear. After that, I located Abell 38 in an unknown constellation that looked like a toaster. It seemed most like spent coals, faintly glowing.
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 spending the evening reading blogs.