As I drove up the winding road to Fremont Peak State Park, I idly mused upon the subtle beauty of my 401K 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 14 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 84 in Camelopardalis. It glowed, rather like Demi Moore. Then, I stumbled upon IC 3575. It was not quite as bright as the face of God.
After a short break to find a bush to pee on, I looked at NGC 2458 in Perseus. It looked a bit like a smoke ring. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I checked off IC 1290 in Serpens. It was like yet another globular. After that, I helped a beginner find Abell 93. It was like Santa Claus.
After a short break to recite my mantra, I hunted for M 2. It was not quite as bright as the exhaust from a diesel Suburban.
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 fetid Dingo's kidneys.