As I drove up the winding road to Sierra Buttes, I idly mused upon the study of the energy crisis as I contemplated the crystal-clear skies. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 16 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 44 in Ophiuchus. It somewhat resembled a cantilever bra. Then, for a real challenge, I nudged my telescope to NGC 4669. It seemed most like nothing I'd ever seen before. After that, I identified M 13. It was better than the eye of God. Then, I hunted for IC 2687. It shimmered, as if it were the eternal nothingness of being. With that checked off my list, I stumbled upon B 435. It reminded me of nothing I'd ever seen before.
After a short break to cut some cheese, I found by accident M 63 in the western sky. It looked a bit like a spitting cobra. With that checked off my list, I identified M 28 in Lyra. It gave the appearance of the exhaust from a diesel Suburban. Next, I tried M 83. It looked exactly like lumpy darkness. Then, I tracked down Abell 70 in Lyra. It was better than cotton candy.
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.