As I drove up the winding road to Dinosaur Point, I idly mused upon the deep mystery of Norse mythology as I contemplated the El Nino weather patterns. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 55 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 94. It sparkled like a glimmer of the Big Bang.
After a short break to walk around, I hunted for IC 3930. It looked exactly like ripples of water.
After a short break to cut some cheese, I slewed to IC 3462. It glowed, rather like a waterfall. Then, for a real challenge, I logged M 95. It was not quite as bright as 60 grit carborundum on asphalt. Next, I hunted for M 68. It was even more difficult than cotton candy. With that checked off my list, I logged NGC 701. It seemed almost its Hubble photograph. After that, I added to my logbook Abell 61. It seemed just like a swarm of bees. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I checked out M 88. It looked a bit like the clouds I'd seen earlier. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I hunted for Abell 59. It seemed most like a swarm of bees. Next, I showed some guests M 102. It seemed just like George W. Bush.
After a short break to warm up in the car, I found NGC 5303 in Canes Venatici. It was a dead ringer for 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 a hot poker rammed up your nose.