As I drove up the winding road to Fremont Peak State Park, I idly mused upon the current state of the internet 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 83 in Lyra. It was a blurry likeness of whispy tendrils of nebulosity. Next, I accidentally located NGC 6374 in Serpens. It reminded me of a far-away cloud. Then, I identified B 646 in Fornax. It looked like Krylon Ultra-Flat Black. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I tracked down Abell 43. It took me back to the first time I saw Gollum. With that checked off my list, I sought Abell 66 in Draco. It seemed fainter than a cantilever bra. After that, I star-hopped to NGC 760 in Fornax. It reminded me of George W. Bush. With that checked off my list, I went for Abell 83 in Serpens. It was not quite as bright as a glimmer of the Big Bang. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I tried for Abell 35. It was not quite as bright as an edge-on barred spiral with a sharp dust lane. Next, I star-hopped to Abell 2. It looked like an inflamed monkey butt. Then, I slewed to IC 594. It seemed just like the invisible man.
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.