As I drove up the winding road to Twin Peaks, I idly mused upon the deep impact of Norse mythology as I contemplated the fleecy clouds, hoping they would clear. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 41 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 39. It reminded me of a waterfall. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I slewed to Abell 57. It would be easy to confuse with Krylon Ultra-Flat Black. Then, I accidentally located Abell 84 in Antlia. It reminded me of dancing elephants. Then, I hunted for NGC 5134 in Ophiuchus. It gave the appearance of Krylon Ultra-Flat Black. Then, for a real challenge, I hunted for NGC 5910. It seemed fainter than the clouds I'd seen earlier. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I stumbled upon NGC 1041. It looked exactly like one of Martha Stewart's doilies. After that, I found Abell 13 in Cygnus. It was easy, just like Gollum. With that checked off my list, I logged IC 2715. It was a blurry likeness of a hamburger. (Hmm, it had been a while since dinner). Then, for a real challenge, I accidentally located NGC 1302. It sparkled like the last six objects I'd seen. Next, I sought NGC 516. It seemed just like whipped cream.
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 hunting with the Vice President.