As I drove up the winding road to Twin Peaks, I idly mused upon the impact upon modern astronomy of economic theory as I contemplated the approaching back of the front... would seeing and transparancy improve soon?. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 22 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 62. It was a dead ringer for nothing I'd ever seen before. Next, I stumbled upon IC 2668. It looked like spent coals, faintly glowing. Next, I sketched Abell 97. It looked a bit like dandruff on black satin pajamas. Then, for a real challenge, I went for B 217. It shimmered, as if it were the face of God. Then, I identified NGC 6681. It appeared as the eternal nothingness of being. Then, for a real challenge, I sought M 83. It glowed, rather like its Hubble photograph. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I logged Abell 21. It took me back to the first time I saw Alan Rickman. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I sought Abell 79. It appeared at low power like Gollum. Next, I slewed to NGC 5114. It gave the appearance of a glimmer of the Big Bang. Then, for a real challenge, I glimpsed M 10. It appeared at low power like a nebula.
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 Segmentation fault (core dumped).