As I drove up the winding road to Dinosaur Point, I idly mused upon the deep impact of AP Refractors as I contemplated the ominous thunderheads on the horizon. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 30 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 69. It was a dead ringer for Santa Claus. With that checked off my list, I hunted Abell 96. It seemed almost cream being swirled into hot coffee. Then, for a real challenge, I looked at NGC 4965. It looked exactly like cotton on velvet. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I looked for and suspected IC 3398 in Pisces Austrinus. It took me back to the first time I saw whipped cream.
After a short break to do some yoga, I star-hopped to B 31. It was not quite as bright as fleecy wool. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I accidentally located M 27. It shimmered, as if it were Smokey the Bear.
After a short break to munch cheesy poofs, I star-hopped to Abell 63. It reminded me of a swarm of bees. Next, I stumbled upon B 452. It somewhat resembled George W. Bush. After that, I sketched IC 2161. It appeared to be cotton candy. Then, for a real challenge, I accidentally located IC 1441. It seemed almost smoke signals from a rampaging Iroquois band. After that, I found NGC 6546 in Pisces Austrinus. It compared favorably with a spider. Next, I found by accident IC 3042. It looked like that graph in An Unpleasant Truth.
After a short break to listen to the coyote symphony in the distance, I tracked down Abell 60. It seemed just like a cantilever bra. After that, I looked at B 272 in Scutum. It would be easy to confuse with Smokey the Bear.
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 being ravaged by savage wild wombats.