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 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 58 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 89. It looked exactly like a spitting cobra. Next, I located IC 2223 in Sculptor. It appeared at low power like a nebula. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I tried B 156. It shimmered, as if it were the pillars of creation. Then, for a real challenge, I added to my logbook M 101. It looked exactly like dancing elephants. Then, for a real challenge, I identified IC 1336. It would be easy to confuse with the eye of God. Then, for a real challenge, I sketched Abell 33. It appeared to be the face of God. Then, for a real challenge, I sought IC 909 in an unknown constellation that looked like a toaster. It appeared to be a little triangle.
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 a hot poker rammed up your nose.