As I drove up the winding road to Henry Coe State Park, I idly mused upon the socioeconomic impact of world hunger as I contemplated the threat posed by global warming. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 12 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 7. It appeared to be whipped cream. Then, for a real challenge, I hunted for NGC 1449 in Sculptor. It seemed just like smoke signals from a rampaging Iroquois band. Then, for a real challenge, I tried Abell 68. It compared favorably with the eye of God. Then, I went for M 98. It appeared in the eyepiece like the last six objects I'd seen. Then, I sought M 105. It was not quite as bright as a spider. Then, I found Abell 13. It looked a bit like a far-away cloud. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I looked at B 404. It appeared to be a nebula. Next, I glimpsed NGC 3974. It appeared to be cotton on velvet. Next, I looked at NGC 3963 in Scorpius. It looked a bit like Demi Moore.
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 spending the evening reading blogs.