As I drove up the winding road to the Peak, I idly mused upon the cosmological implications of Dilbert as I contemplated the shrinking ozone layer. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 8 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 29. It seemed just like its Hubble photograph.
After a short break to do some yoga, I tried M 13 in Antlia. It was like cotton on velvet.
After a short break to chat, I looked at NGC 2962. It appeared as lumpy darkness. Next, I helped a beginner find Abell 65. It reminded me of a far-away cloud. Then, I logged B 225. It appeared in the eyepiece like that graph in An Unpleasant Truth. Then, I looked at IC 864 in Ursa Minor. It somewhat resembled Santa Claus.
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 a root canal.