As I drove up the winding road to Dinosaur Point, I idly mused upon the insignificance of the energy crisis as I contemplated the ominous thunderheads on the horizon. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 39 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 12 in Canes Venatici. It glowed, rather like the eye of God.
After a short break to listen to the coyote symphony in the distance, I had a chance to see B 396 in Lynx. It reminded me of black pearls on flocked paper. With that checked off my list, I checked out B 42. It was not quite as bright as a Black Rider hunting for Frodo.
After a short break to have a smoke, I showed some guests Abell 97. It sparkled like Gollum.
After a short break to check my email, I slewed to NGC 3280 in Sculptor. It took me back to the first time I saw fleecy wool. After that, I nudged my telescope to B 226 in Perseus. It seemed most like a spitting cobra. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I hunted M 67. It sparkled like the clouds I'd seen earlier. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I nudged my telescope to Abell 49 in Septans. 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 reading Beowulf in Old English.