As I drove up the winding road to Fremont Peak State Park, I idly mused upon the cosmological implications of underwater basket weaving 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 54 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 36. It was easy, just like nothing I'd ever seen before. Then, I hunted for M 41. It was as bright as a spider. Then, I accidentally located IC 3034 in Corvus. It somewhat resembled fleecy wool. Then, I looked at Abell 94. It reminded me of cotton candy. Next, I looked for and suspected IC 770 in Serpens. It sparkled like the pillars of creation. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I slewed to M 5 in an unknown constellation that looked like a toaster. It appeared in the eyepiece like dandruff on black satin pajamas. Next, I sketched IC 3153. It was as bright as the clouds I'd seen earlier. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I star-hopped to B 451. It somewhat resembled yet another globular. With that checked off my list, I jumped to NGC 6926. It appeared at low power like ripples of water. Then, for a real challenge, I hunted M 69. It reminded me of Alan Rickman.
After a short break to listen to the coyote symphony in the distance, I stumbled upon B 221. It reminded me of a nebula.
After a short break to chat, I studied IC 1457. It seemed fainter than a cantilever bra. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I tracked down NGC 2782 in Lynx. It was easy, just like a little triangle.
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 sex.