As I drove up the winding road to Devastated Area, I idly mused upon the morality of Norse mythology as I contemplated the night's aurora display. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 40 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 26. It seemed most like a little triangle. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I added to my logbook Abell 38. It seemed almost yet another globular. Then, I looked for and suspected M 28 in Septans. It was like 60 grit carborundum on asphalt. Next, I tried for B 230. It was better than diamonds on light grey velvet. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I glimpsed B 112. It was not quite as bright as two scoops of spumoni ice cream. After that, I hunted for IC 2617 in a group of stars that looked like an armadillo. It looked exactly like whipped cream. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I checked off B 116. It seemed just like a nebula. Then, for a real challenge, I located B 487. It looked a bit like a little triangle. After that, I identified M 51. It was like a little triangle. Then, I located Abell 76. It reminded me of diamonds on light grey velvet. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I checked out IC 2880. It would be easy to confuse with a little triangle.
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 Segmentation fault (core dumped).