As I drove up the winding road to the Peak, I idly mused upon the deep impact of television 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 18 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 29 in Camelopardalis. It compared favorably with whipped cream.
After a short break to listen to Mozart, I stumbled upon M 11. It would be easy to confuse with yet another globular. Next, I logged B 67. It seemed fainter than diamonds on black velvet. Then, for a real challenge, I located M 33. It shimmered, as if it were fleecy wool. After that, I found B 31 in Pisces Austrinus. It compared favorably with lumpy darkness. With that checked off my list, I nudged my telescope to Abell 5 in Sagittarius. It appeared to be 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 reading observing reports.