As I drove up the winding road to another winding road only known to those from my support group, I idly mused upon the higher implications of the internet 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 6 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 36. It somewhat resembled dandruff on black satin pajamas.
After a short break to converse with an owl, I went for Abell 92 in Virgo. It was a blurry likeness of dancing elephants. With that checked off my list, I had a chance to see M 89. It was easy, just like desert sand. After that, I tracked down NGC 4427. It somewhat resembled George W. Bush. With that checked off my list, I stumbled upon B 327. It seemed almost the exhaust from a diesel Suburban. Then, for a real challenge, I added to my logbook M 32. It was as bright as the face of God. With that checked off my list, I showed some guests Abell 83 in Lynx. It was even more difficult than a spitting cobra. With that checked off my list, I showed some guests M 94 in Hydra. It seemed fainter than the eye of God.
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 reading observing reports.