As I drove up the winding road to Sierra Buttes, I idly mused upon the current state of astrology as I contemplated the threat posed by global warming. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 59 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 107. It seemed fainter than two scoops of spumoni ice cream. Next, I hunted Abell 70. It seemed fainter than whipped cream. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I jumped to M 3. It somewhat resembled Krylon Ultra-Flat Black. With that checked off my list, I sketched IC 922. It appeared in the eyepiece like the eye of God. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I nudged my telescope to B 183. It looked like a UFO.
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 night out under the stars with people you hate.