As I drove up the winding road to Sierra Buttes, I idly mused upon the current state of economic theory as I contemplated the La Nina conditions. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 50 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 18. It gave the appearance of R2-D2. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I hunted for M 40. It seemed just like cotton candy. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I observed Abell 41 in Canis Major. It was like cream being swirled into hot coffee. With that checked off my list, I jumped to Abell 68. It appeared at low power like a dodo bird, extinct but for this celestial likeness. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I glimpsed M 17. It looked like the clouds I'd seen earlier.
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 24-hour 007 marathon.