My observing report

As I drove up the winding road to another winding road only known to those from my support group, I idly mused upon the current implications of this Pale Blue Dot we call home as I contemplated the past week of rain. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 26 telescopes set up.

I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 106. It reminded me of lumpy darkness. Then, for a real challenge, I glimpsed IC 1280. It seemed fainter than two scoops of spumoni ice cream.

After a short break to listen to Mozart, I checked off M 13. It was a dead ringer for a UFO. Then, for a real challenge, I went for Abell 23. It seemed almost the clouds I'd seen earlier.

After a short break to do some yoga, I went for IC 339. It looked a bit like a smoke ring. Then, for a real challenge, I hunted for IC 1459 in Septans. It would be easy to confuse with smoke signals from a rampaging Iroquois band. Then, for a real challenge, I hunted B 216. It was a blurry likeness of one of Martha Stewart's doilies.

After a short break to listen to the coyote symphony in the distance, I stumbled upon Abell 37. It was as bright as a glimmer of the Big Bang. Then, for a real challenge, I slewed to B 474 in a group of stars that looked like an armadillo. It looked like the invisible man. After that, I sought Abell 38 in Cygnus. It was easy, just like cotton candy. Next, I added to my logbook M 2. It was better than dancing elephants. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I added to my logbook NGC 3583. It looked like desert sand. Next, I checked out Abell 93 in Pisces Austrinus. It seemed almost a cantilever bra.

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.


    ...Akkana (with help from David North, Jane Houston Jones, and Bill Arnett) .

(Don't forget to hit reload.)