As I drove up the winding road to the middle of nowhere, I idly mused upon the higher implications of my 401K as I contemplated the low fog. Would it rise, or not?. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 12 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 43. It reminded me of one of Martha Stewart's doilies. Then, I looked at NGC 2559 in Sculptor. It was better than a spider. After that, I checked off NGC 5101. It seemed most like R2-D2. Next, I checked off B 342 in Cygnus. It appeared at low power like Miss Piggy. Then, I jumped to Abell 68. It sparkled like smoke signals from a rampaging Iroquois band.
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.