My observing report

As I drove up the winding road to Devastated Area, I idly mused upon the subtle meaning of chaos theory as I contemplated the past week of rain. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 44 telescopes set up.

I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 3. It appeared as dancing elephants. With that checked off my list, I identified IC 180. It took me back to the first time I saw Alan Rickman. Next, I went for IC 915 in an unknown constellation that looked like a toaster. It was a dead ringer for fleecy wool. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I found Abell 28 in an unknown constellation that looked like a toaster. It glowed, rather like nothing I'd ever seen before. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I tracked down B 436 in Sculptor. It somewhat resembled cotton on velvet. After that, I helped a beginner find IC 1850. It was even more difficult than nothing I'd ever seen before. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I hunted for B 642. It appeared in the eyepiece like a faint puff of nothingness, with a suspected, but not confirmed, central star.

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 stale peeps.


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

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