As I drove up the winding road to Dinosaur Point, I idly mused upon the inner workings of Doonsbury as I contemplated the crystal-clear skies. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 1 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 95 in Serpens. It seemed just like smoke signals from a rampaging Iroquois band. Then, I jumped to Abell 78 in Ursa Minor. It shimmered, as if it were a waterfall. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I checked out NGC 6624. It reminded me of its Hubble photograph. After that, I went for IC 3682. It was not quite as bright as its Hubble photograph. Then, I jumped to Abell 42. It was like a smoke ring. Next, I studied Abell 43. It was like 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 reading Beowulf in Old English.