As I drove up the winding road to the Peak, I idly mused upon the insignificance of Norse mythology as I contemplated the past week of rain. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 24 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 61. It compared favorably with two scoops of spumoni ice cream. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I sought M 102. It looked exactly like its Hubble photograph. Next, I stumbled upon Abell 64 in Sagittarius. It seemed fainter than Santa Claus. With that checked off my list, I stumbled upon IC 1664 in Triangulum. It appeared in the eyepiece like cotton on velvet. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I looked for and suspected Abell 95 in Orion. It seemed just like the clouds I'd seen earlier. After that, I looked for and suspected Abell 88 in Septans. It was even more difficult than two scoops of spumoni ice cream. Then, for a real challenge, I located NGC 2743. It seemed most like fleecy wool.
After a short break to converse with an owl, I checked out Abell 89. It appeared at low power like a waterfall.
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 stale peeps.