My observing report

As I drove up the winding road to Fremont Peak State Park, I idly mused upon the cosmological implications of tight underwear 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 15 telescopes set up.

I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 44 in Ursa Major. It took me back to the first time I saw a whale spouting. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I nudged my telescope to NGC 3883. It glowed, rather like one of Martha Stewart's doilies.

After a short break to drink a slurpie, I accidentally located IC 1898. It seemed almost desert sand. Next, I located M 90. It appeared at low power like desert sand. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I found by accident M 67. It sparkled like one of Martha Stewart's doilies.

After a short break to enjoy a nutritious snack, I slewed to B 66. It was easy, just like fleecy wool. Then, for a real challenge, I slewed to M 69 in Gemini. It looked uncannily like ripples of water.

After a short break to grab a cheese snack, I glimpsed NGC 5526. It was a blurry likeness of cotton candy. Then, I located B 608. It shimmered, as if it were fleecy wool. Next, I checked off NGC 5596 in Orion. It appeared in the eyepiece like a cantilever bra. Then, I logged IC 3326. It seemed just like a faint puff of nothingness, with a suspected, but not confirmed, central star. Then, I studied NGC 3853 in Virgo. It was even more difficult than fleecy wool.

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 internet sex.


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

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