My observing report

As I drove up the winding road to Henry Coe State Park, I idly mused upon the cosmological implications of world hunger 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 52 telescopes set up.

I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 12. It glowed, rather like Santa Claus. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I star-hopped to Abell 86 in Corvus. It reminded me of whipped cream. After that, I nudged my telescope to B 36. It looked a bit like George W. Bush. Next, I helped a beginner find M 74. It appeared to be cotton candy.

After a short break to have a smoke, I helped a beginner find NGC 5763. It seemed just like a hamburger. (Hmm, it had been a while since dinner). After that, I helped a beginner find B 228. It was a dead ringer for whipped cream. After that, I had a chance to see Abell 60 in Lynx. It shimmered, as if it were dandruff on black satin pajamas.

After a short break to gulp down my remaining canned margaritas, I helped a beginner find IC 1120. It was easy, just like the face of God.

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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