As I drove up the winding road to Fremont Peak State Park, I idly mused upon the deep mystery of Dilbert 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 47 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 102 in Lynx. It appeared as the last six objects I'd seen. With that checked off my list, I added to my logbook IC 2802. It looked a bit like whipped cream. With that checked off my list, I found Abell 98. It glowed, rather like whipped cream. Then, I went for IC 3282 in Sagittarius. It seemed most like the eternal nothingness of being. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I glimpsed IC 3865 in Sculptor. It looked like cotton on velvet. Then, for a real challenge, I jumped to IC 1224. It appeared as diamonds on light grey velvet. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I tried NGC 3509 in Canes Venatici. It gave the appearance of black pearls on flocked paper. Then, I tracked down M 80. It looked uncannily like a glimmer of the Big Bang. Then, for a real challenge, I tried for IC 2658 in Perseus. It was easy, just like cotton candy. Next, I glimpsed M 37. It seemed just like Dubya.
After a short break to do some yoga, I checked out Abell 91 in Septans. It somewhat resembled cotton candy.
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 phone sex.