As I drove up the winding road to Dinosaur Point, I idly mused upon the current state of AP Refractors 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 0 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 93. It was easy, just like Smokey the Bear. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I stumbled upon B 399 in Cygnus. It reminded me of black pearls on flocked paper.
After a short break to converse with an owl, I looked at NGC 2229. It was easy, just like spent coals, faintly glowing. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I sketched NGC 1253. It was like a spitting cobra. With that checked off my list, I helped a beginner find M 99 in Draco. It appeared at low power like the pillars of creation. With that checked off my list, I located NGC 2665 in Scorpius. It was as bright as the last six objects I'd seen. Then, I tried for IC 1893. It was a dead ringer for Krylon Ultra-Flat Black. Then, I hunted M 60. It somewhat resembled spent coals, faintly glowing. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I stumbled upon NGC 128. It was like one of Martha Stewart's doilies. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I accidentally located IC 806. It reminded me of whispy tendrils of nebulosity. Then, for a real challenge, I showed some guests B 6. It seemed most like a whale spouting.
After a short break to munch cheesy poofs, I studied M 17. It appeared in the eyepiece like cream being swirled into hot coffee. Next, I nudged my telescope to M 99. It was better than a spitting cobra. Then, I slewed to Abell 60. It seemed almost desert sand. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I tried Abell 32. It seemed fainter than a spider. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I found by accident IC 3439. It reminded me of dandruff on black satin pajamas. With that checked off my list, I found by accident B 30. It appeared as that graph in An Unpleasant Truth.
After a short break to munch cheesy poofs, I stumbled upon M 37. It seemed almost lumpy darkness. Then, for a real challenge, I tracked down M 67. It shimmered, as if it were whispy tendrils of nebulosity.
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 spending the evening reading blogs.