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'Faint Fuzzies': near city lights!

Dusk view of mountains south of author's city home
View at dusk of a mountain range visible from the author's San Jose city home,
in the bath of photons that defines the Silicon Valley at night.


Don't be intimidated by perfectionists and "venue snobs"! You CAN do effective, informative, and satisfying observational astronomy even in the region of a giant metropolis -- by following some or all of the guidelines in this article. The first part will cover suggestions for finding an effective site and how to maximize your observing opportunities; the second part discusses just a few of the faint objects the author has seen in the last year, observing very close to the heart of the famous Silicon Valley.

Article Sections:
Choosing a Site with Minimal Light Pollution | "Secret" Private Mountain Site I Use | Alternative Bay Area Sites
Observing Guidelines | Wait for Ground Fog | Planning & Discipline | Weather Indicators | Dark Adaptation, Filters
Observe ALL NIGHT | Repeat Observations | Relax and Focus | Creature Comforts | Getting Organized
Efficient Scopes & Accessories | Laptop Screen Color | Suit Scope To Object | Minimize Perfectionism | Animal Intruders
Observations Not Far From Lights | Your Eyes, and Diopters | Recovering from a PVD | The First "Fuzzy"?

The Deep-Sky Objects Viewed: Page 1


Preface: where the heck can you observe?

Though I began observing the sky in 1954, during a total solar eclipse, and got my first small refractor telescope during the rush of scientific activity and educational efforts during the International Geophysical Year (1957-8), I was never a deep-sky observer until about 1975; the planets and Luna were fascinating enough in my early years. But I could not pass up the opportunity to get a "real" telescope: a 10" f/6 Newtonian, which to this day was one of the physically largest and most unwieldy beasts I've ever struggled to push around. Earlier views of, say, M-42 or M-1, dim though "cute" in smaller telescopes, paled to insignificance in the striking beam of light that poured from my 2-inch oculars with this pipe-mounted monstrosity.

But, WHERE to observe? I was, by now, a resident of the northern SF peninsula, sorely missing the pitch-dark skies of my childhood in central Iowa, and though I frequently worked as a transmitter installation and maintenance engineer at Mount San Bruno, a high peak south of San Francisco, the winds (and blinding tower beacons and strobe-lights) conspired with the ugly streetlight reflections from three sides below, to remove any pleasurable sense of a true contact with the natural "dark sky". So, I resorted to delving into intense but brief observing experiences with the telescope, during long treks my friend Rich Page and I took into the deserts of Nevada, or the astronomy sites of southern California and Arizona.

Rich's friend Don Machholz, a San Jose resident who was making a name for himself as an incipient visual comet-discoverer, had scoured the regions of the south bay and interior valleys for darkish skies. At last, he settled on a favorable spot in the mountains, less than a dozen miles from his home (as the crow flies) though a 25-mile trip through winding and sometimes scary one-lane roads. Don was kind enough to arrange permission with the property owner for Rich, and me, to join him. And so I started dragging the 10-inch to a dusty and often very windy spot, at 3400 feet altitude, with climatic conditions comparable to Lick Observatory's site at Mt. Hamilton though about 700 feet lower (and somewhat shielded by the top of the mountain range from direct view of the nasty glow of the millions of utterly superfluous lights that burn all night, wasting billions of dollars annually while they proclaim our "prosperity" as a nation.)

USA west coast night sky, 1995, plus KoreaThe composite image at right, sourced from NOAA/DMSP originals, is my cropped rescaling of the Pacific west coast region of the view of the entire continental USA at night, derived from a mosaic composited from photographs of 1994-5 (originals may be found here.) The red arrow marks the approximate area where I observe most frequently, north of Monterey bay and south of San Jose, the termination of the Silicon valley.

A deep-sky observer might be forgiven for looking at the hideous glow of the sky in this nexus of commerce, and wishing that he were really -- aside from certain, err, inconveniences -- under the pristine dark skies of North Korea (NOT!), as shown in the insert in the upper right of the image.

As far as light pollution is concerned, probably the only more depressing place on the west coast for a deep sky observer would be the LA basin extending way into the central deserts to the east -- yet, they do it! And two of the largest makers of amateur telescopes in the country are centered right there.

The deep-sky mavens of the San Jose region venerate their few "blessed dark sky sites" and talk of them with the same near-fanaticism as high end audio wing-nuts, obsessed with the residual molecules of copper in their amplifier-interconnects. Thus, if you aren't in the Illuminati inner circle of Fremont Peak users, you aren't seeing anything!

Fremont Peak is a windy mountaintop near Monterey, right on the coast. The blacktop road leading to the campgrounds and ranger station is so treacherous in the winter that accidents often occur due to black ice: once, I headed into a nasty swerve but managed to wriggle my way out of it and back into control (but another amateur astronomer of my acquaintance had a tragic accident.) Despite the winds, the light from Monterey, Pacific Grove, and Salinas, and the wicked road, Fremont Peak draws telescope owners like the pull of a magnet. Folks from way north of SF, and east to Livermore, trek to its precarious point.

Ron Wood images of M20, M17 with Fremont Peak telescopeI used to go, as did my associate Ron Wood, who has taken many fine pictures with the FPOA's 30-inch telescope (as illustrated by these images of M-20 and M-17, done in the 1980s.) I sometimes joined Ron and his son Ryan, visually observing with my 10" or my Astroscan richest-field telescope, while the two Woods fellows patiently guided their astrophotos. But, my attempts to go to Fremont Peak by myself have been fraught with difficulties. Once, although I had cleared my visit with the astronomy-friendly ranger, I was chased away by an indignant owner of a large aperture Dob, claiming that he had reserved the site and anybody else nearby would bother him; I left, denied an opportunity to view a Mars opposition in great weather conditions, to find out later from the ranger that this fellow's claim was not only untrue, but also he was not a member of the organization and thus had no special authority over the site. On another recent visit, during the day, my wife and I drove up with our travel trailer to investigate camping and observing opportunities -- and found that the rules have changed. Now, to observe, you have to email two days in advance! Permission otherwise is not granted, and new gates obstruct vehicles from entering anywhere near the area of the observing platforms. And you have to pay $35 a year for the privilege of being allowed to try to comply with all this annoying rigmarole (with the constantly- changing microclimates of the area, it is next to impossible to plan an observing trip, for conditions may be entirely different even a few hours before dark. Never mind "two days notice"! It is so absurd that I would not dream of trying the area now. Sad.)

During the years that I was the program director and engineer of the Monterey Bay area classical music station KBOQ, I discovered an alternative area called "Hidden Hills". It was further inland, and lower in altitude than Fremont; but convenient. The owner of the transmitter site also owned a sprawling nearby housing development, and was very enthusiastic about astronomical observing. He allowed me to bring my telescopes, and set up I did, with enthusiasm: every decent night that I visited the site in order to take transmitter readings and inspect the equipment, which I always scheduled near new Moon. I have a vivid and exquisite memory of observing all the brilliant open clusters around Auriga one crystal-clear winter night in 1986, the faint music of Bruckner's Fourth Symphony adding atmosphere to the experience. The sky could be almost as dark as Fremont from this location, aided by the usual ground fog that blankets the Monterey bay most evenings, during much of the year.

I also tried observing at Mount Hamilton, especially during the years when my wife Regina Roper was a Lick volunteer, running the "Music of the Spheres" concert series that she and Lick employee Shiloh Unruh had co-founded. A friend of ours, park ranger Sue Hall, had discovered a nifty little niche on the side of the road, over the top toward the east. I tried that spot with Rich Page, or Sue, but almost always suffered from mild nausea by the time I got there (after the 350 hairpin turns going up the awful winding road from San Jose.) In recent years, access to Mt. Hamilton has all been cut off except to residents and observatory employees. Even during the rare public events, observing has to be done on the west side of the hill, looking right down into the L.A.-like sea of icky-looking yellow streetlights.

Yet, the "Don Machholz site" was always an available, though difficult, alternative. Much of the mountaintop was devastated by a dangerous forest fire in the late 1980s, and I avoided the place until the ugly blackened gashes of dead brush were replaced by fresh new growth the next season. The road deteriorated until it was in places nearly impassible; and there was trouble with interlopers: only those of us with passes, and the lock combination, could now get through the "impregnable" gate. After a few criminals wrecked the gate and mangled its locks, I think the property association gave up trying to keep out the "undesirables". The county sheriff's deputies took up the slack, and anybody found in the area without a permit, or not authorized as a property owner or worker in a facility on the site, was arrested (which has nearly happened to me three times, as recently as early 2006: I think the deputy was actually a bit disappointed that I had permission: it spoiled his fun! But, I was fingerprinted...)

Meteor showers were always a mixed blessing: fun for us "authorized" astronomers, but a time of inconvenience and trouble when the masses, prompted by the propagandizing of enthusiastic TV weathercasters, rushed out to every possible rural area to "see the shooting stars." Once, a complete idiot parked his car right in the center of the road, at the locked gate, and then disappeared somewhere down the hilly landscape to find a good observing spot. When some of the landowners (and two of the authorized astronomers) drove up, we found an angry crowd assembled around this pitiful bashed-up compact car, like a scene of enraged peasants in "Young Frankenstein". Four or five of the strongest of us PICKED IT UP and carried it off to the side of the road, where it should have been parked in the first place!

This may have been the last straw as far as the property managers were concerned. I remember that afterwards, access was greatly inhibited. That and various other inconveniences finally "got to me", and some time in 1999 or 2000, I stopped going to the site -- and soon afterward decided to take a sabbatical from my regular observing, to concentrate on our home business (running the Roper Piano Studio and all of its demands.) I even made arrangements to dispose of my telescopes, mostly home made and well-used, viewing to their limits any objects that I could possibly scrutinize at the various sites I tried all up and down the west coast.

When I felt that by 2005 I had now "fully retired" and that our business was running like a well-oiled machine, requiring much less of my daily efforts than before, I considered observing again, hoping to achieve the same intensity as my peak of activity during the late 80's/early 90's. I had not been to the "private" site in the mountains for more than five years; Don Machholz had long ago moved to the darker skies of Colfax; and I had lost contact with the other people who had been permitted occasionally to use "the spot".

Near my observing site
This is a somewhat altered view of the area, changed in numerous ways so that it is not immediately recognizable, since I am not permitted by the owner to promote it publicly. But, it gives you a feeling for the rural flavor and atmosphere that I enjoy every new Moon cycle.

Was it worth bothering with now? I drove up, and did some reconnoitering. Tragically, the San Jose Astronomical Association had owned property, on another hilltop in this mountain chain, a few miles away -- but had let it go, not wanting to pay the property tax (as I was told). Now, even desolate land like this was valuable! Developments had sprouted up or encroached everywhere, it seemed. There were more lights: from San Jose and environs, and especially from Morgan Hill, and Gilroy's new discount shopping malls. Maybe it wasn't WORTH it to endure the struggle.

I tried the spot, for a test run, and was let down by the sky glow in a season where there was minimal ground fog. But it seemed worth pursuing, and a winter test of the Horsehead nebula -- recounted at the end of this article -- yielded a fantastic view with my C-11, one of the best I've experienced, ever! So, I resolved to renew my use authorization and went through a lengthy, bureaucratic process over several months that has yielded a limited- time- period permit (no doubt to protect the property holder in case an amateur astronomer turns out to be a "trouble-maker". But, we aren't EVER trouble-makers: real dedicated amateur astronomers are some of the best environmentalists, the most cautious and respectful users of natural resources, and the most responsible citizens you could ever come across.)

I can read your mind. You're shouting, now, "Tell us: WHERE IS THE SITE?" But...I can't, and won't. First, it is on private property: to get to it, you have to pass through a locking gate that admits only authorized persons; second: if you do not carry a written permit, you risk ARREST. Sheriff's deputies, and even helicopters, surveil the area. Locals drive by, stop, and check you out. Various maintenance crews who work at facilities nearby make sure you aren't blocking their vehicular access. Homeowners worry that your vehicle will add to the road wear-and-tear. And you have to go through an extremely thorough "vetting" process to be allowed on to the site, which -- as usual in life -- is accomplished rather more easily than not by means of "grandfathering". Since I had authorization to use it dating back more than twenty years, this was assuring to the new owners, who otherwise would be skeptical. And I had to plead and cajole and whine, in a flurry of emails and phone calls for weeks, to establish the "rules" that would make the site even reasonably practical and useful. As it is, I comply with regulations that just about define the brand of chewing gum I might want to chomp as I observe!

So, thanks for wondering: but, no, I can't tell you anything specific about it. I cannot just put the information on the Net, for anybody and everybody to start rushing there, like lemmings. Some amateur astronomers are very hurt by this attitude, and think that people who go to a great deal of trouble to make arrangements for observing, OWE IT TO EVERYBODY ELSE to "share". Well, this is possible only if "the rules allow sharing"; and my rules DON'T.

Not that I mind, really. It is very hard to star-hop to a new object that you've never seen before, an obscure, faint, perhaps small-diameter fuzzy that might be at the very threshold of perception. Put a bunch of tipsy country yokels around you, all mulling around to try to look into your scope (but accidentally knocking it off the target, or kicking out your cables), and you will lose concentration mighty fast! It's bad enough that I have to endure the absolutely predictable car full of residents who want a "show" -- I always very pleasantly and patiently comply, as they pay the property taxes that support the road maintenance -- but it's intolerable to try to do real difficult, cutting-edge deep sky observing when you are expected to act like an entertaining Jack Horkheimer-type, teaching "cruising" interlopers the very first lesson of Astronomy 101, and answering questions like "what's dat big bright dot over dere?" or "gee, have you seen a LOT of UFO's with this thing?"

The alternatives to this private observing site are many, and varied. There are clubs around the south bay and peninsula which have observatories (every one, in my opinion, fatally flawed by being at too low an altitude, too close to lights, and with cumbersome rules that discourage spontaneous decisions to view that one night of perfect weather.) There are sites in the Sierras, 250+ miles away, used by the astronomy clubs of Stockton and Sacramento; parks down the central California coast (with expensive fees, unbearably hot summer weather, and foggy poor seeing in the winter); Fremont Peak, of course, as described above: if you want to TRY to 'plan' your observing exactly two days in advance. I understand from observing reports posted on The Astronomy Connection site (such as this one) that Henry Coe State Park in Morgan Hill, CA., offers nights that have thrilling deep-sky opportunities; unfortunately, I haven't viewed there since the 1970s: and it was good! Any of these locales will offer opportunities for the dilettante, the non-fanatic, or the "joiner" who gladly accomodates any narrow, fussy set of demands (and who perhaps doesn't mind a little "buttering up" of astronomy club officers.) If you would just like to be able to take a few snapshots with your CCD, or to get out every couple of months with your scope while allowing the rest of your family to enjoy a scenic trip, then go for it! Try them all: some, or many, of them will give you rewarding experiences.

The problem for me, however, is that there is little to offer the "quiet, solitary astronomer" a regular chance, night after night, that has affordable convenience. We are blessed with the fantastic "laminar airflow" of Pacific coastal weather, which gave Mt. Hamilton its worldwide distinction a century ago (when most other famous observatories were located in cities or even swamps -- like the Naval Observatory in Washington.) Yet amateur astronomers are these days looked on by the public as "weirdos" who do strange things at night. (The sheriff's deputy who recently came close to arresting me was really quite amazed when I showed him a magnified Jupiter: he had never looked through a telescope before, and I think that the image of a swimmy planetary globe in the eyepiece finally convinced him that I wasn't some kind of a perverted voyeur, or a potential terrorist.)


Rules and Suggestions for Effective Observing Sites and Techniques

Summarizing, the benefits of my particular, hard-won, observing site (and some of the special requirements for success there) are these:



Some recent observations of Faint Fuzzies, near a city:

In the last year that I've resumed observing, following my 5-year sabbatical beginning at the turn of the century, I have had to recover some lost skills. Five years of not doing any star hopping caused me to forget about the shapes and locations of some of the rambling, obscure constellations, and bright guide stars therein, as well as a bit of the kinesthetic eye-brain-hand skills that helped me for years to operate my telescopes at high efficiency (high for ME, at least.) I changed telescopes, which necessitated a long break-in period of getting used to their nuances, complexities, and -- yes -- defects or shortcomings. I adapted to the new technique of using a laptop at the night observing session, trying out ways to be able to see the screen but not ruin my dark adaptation. I had a long shake-down of both software and hardware, detailed in another article and followup. In fact, the first nights that I found myself alone under dark skies with my brand new equipment, I felt LOST. It took me a number of months to get comfortable again; now, I am close to the skill level I felt I'd achieved by the end of last century.

Most of the time, I've been observing at "the site", and not trying to go 200-300 miles distant, unless my wife and I were taking an excursion (possible only during two or three short windows of time when her teaching schedule is on a break.) So, I have attempted to hone my techniques to maximize my chances of doing satisfying d-s observing at a spot that is no more than about 10 or 12 miles (as the crow flies, if the mountains weren't there) from my home in central San Jose. The picture at the top of this article shows the distant top of the mountain range, which is a bit lower in elevation from the angle shown in the photo, taken from across the street from my house. If it weren't for some trees, and for the mountain itself, I could look with my telescope and SEE the spot that I use for observing. It's on the other side of the mountaintop, shaded from the direct shine of the billions of candlewatts of Silicon valley streetlights and advertising signs. You can see the light dome, over the hill; but the lack of ability to see DIRECTLY those uncountable myriads of light points help one feel at least somewhat isolated from all this teeming humanity.

I set up my telescope behind a tall bush, cutting off other direct lights in an opposite direction. The less blinding points of lights I can see, the better. If I get to the site and it's already dark, when I get out of the car and cut the headlights, the sky seems pristine and pitch dark: this is a human visual artefact, caused by a small entrance pupil and lack of dark adaptation. Within ten minutes or so, I'm all too aware of the light pollution around me. So, I put on an eyepatch over my "good" observing eye (I use my right eye to look into the scope, and my left ear for using a telephone, and I'm right handed. This seems a consistent pattern with many people, and is explained by "brain bifurcation." My wife does these exact same things too.)

I am near-sighted and always wear glasses. At my age (I won't say what it EXACTLY is, but you can see from my photo below that I'm gray-haired, paunchy, and pretty much 'over the hill'!) my eye's "entrance pupil", with dark adaptation, is between 4 and 5 mm, not the wide 7 mm of younger persons. So I no longer try to use the very lowest powers of my short focal length telescopes, or even binoculars with 7 mm exit pupils: this causes a slight loss of light, which spills out AROUND the entrance pupil of my eye, not entering and falling on the retina. And, with my amount of astigmatism and myopia, the lowest powers bring with them optical aberrations: stars look "messy". High powers look "cleaner".

I discovered some years ago, since I am a glasses-wearer, that with naked eyes, stars always looked sharper RIGHT AFTER I got new glasses. But, until I read the articles "Vision Quest: Optimizing Your Eyes for Astronomy" in the September 2005 issue of Sky and Telescope, I had no idea of the exact mechanisms involved. Joshua Roth, author of the first article ("Spectacles for Spectacular Skies") explains that the problem is due to something called "night myopia"; and there was a URL for a company selling "flippers", or diopters, used by professional opticians. I showed this article to Regina, who for years has complained to her opticians that they never got her prescription just right, and that she had trouble seeing at night. Regina got very excited, and encouraged me immediately to call the company in Canada, and order the product: so, I contacted Optego Vision, Inc., in Ontario, by calling them at 877-OPTEGO-4, and ordering a set of four diopter lens pairs in two flippers (which cost me, at the time, about $35.)

Optego flippers being tested
I asked my wife to do the posing, so that all the pictures in these articles weren't of me;
but she refused, as "her hair didn't look perfect." Oh, well...

Here's a photo taken by Regina of the flippers, and one of Yours Truly testing them in our patio. I have found, over several trials in the night sky over the course of six months, that the exact setting for my sharpest vision of the stars does vary somewhat. Just the week of writing this article, I verified that I need to increase the diopter setting of my glasses by +0.25 diopter for the dimmest stars to be visible, and the brightest stars to get sharper. I can even press this further, and go to +0.5 diopter but it causes a slight amount of eye-strain. So, I need to have my optometrist give me a prescription for "night glasses". Is this possible? The S&T article suggests that it's so.

But, when I went for my last eye examination, the oculist was not only highly skeptical of this, but also was a bit "professionally insulted", or so he acted. He is a physician at a nearby large HMO, not merely a low-paid tester at an eyeglass store; so his "scholarship" has been challenged -- by me! I took the trouble to bring the magazine, and showed it to him, along with the passages quoting a prominent NY optician who is a consultant to a famous eyepiece maker. The doctor was monumentally unimpressed, telling me that he "did not agree at all about the mechanism of night myopia" and that he did not want to change the numbers of my prescription for a THEORETICAL night value "under the stars" -- even one that I had personally measured and verified with the flippers!

The long and short of it was simply that he refused to prescribe "night glasses" for me, or for my wife. I know, I know: "get another opinion" is what people will suggest. Well, until then, I have the flippers. I can use them, easily, while looking at faint stars. But, most of the time I don't bother to get them out, unless I want a really glorious, sharp, clear, aesthetic experience of a crystal-clear starry realm, or to measure the faintest naked eye stellar magnitude limit (hard to do anyway, with any reliability; at least I can say that the flippers used correctly will increase it, in my case, by about 2/3rd magnitude.)

I actually discovered, the last time I tried them, that -- to my surprise -- the optimal darkest visible stars at my site were better than I had imagined: close, in fact, to what I've tried to estimate at more distant sites. The stars are best during foggy weather at lower elevation as I've explained above; and the faintest ones are visible at the zenith. Under great conditions there, not really rarely experienced, I can see stars that are between 6th and 7th magnitude. Hooray!

A Terrible Temporary Setback: a "PVD" Event

No sooner had I purchased a nice complement of new telescopes -- short and long focal length ones for wide and narrow field use -- and some eyepieces, filters, and accessories to start viewing again with renewed vigor using fresh, new, good commercial equipment, than I had a dreadful experience, waking up one morning with a severe headache and immediately discovering that I had a visual disorder -- in my "good" right viewing eye! A humongous floater had appeared, rolling around in the center of vision, accompanied by a thick, viscous, fuzzy lump that made everything dim and out of focus. My first thought was a horrified exclamation to myself that I might have a detached retina! I went immediately to the emergency room of my local HMO, and soon found myself being examined critically by an optical physician. After subjecting me to the brightest light I have ever experienced, which he focused on the interior of my eye and swept around for what seemed like hours, leaving me limp, exhausted, and in severe pain -- indeed, my eye was almost completely blind for two days afterwards -- he announced in a reassuring tone that I had "only" experienced a PVD, or a posterior vitreous detachment. You can read about this on the Net (there are many articles, and one may as well start with this one for more in-depth information.) Apparently I was "just about due" for one, he said, and sooner or later would probably have one in the other eye. (Why, oh Lord, I wailed to myself, did this occur in my "good" eye, which I use at the scope? Why not have it happen in my fuzzier one instead? Oh, well: "sooner or later"...) This "common" condition is caused when some of the vitreous substance in the eye degenerates or changes a little bit. And, the doctor said cheerfully, "it will go away in time, or at least get a LOT better. Perhaps in a year."

As soon as the discomfort and "overload" caused by his exam had passed, I tried, with dread, to observe with my brand new C-11. Hopeless! The floater would lodge right over the center; in the background of any bright region I could see a filmy, swimming medium of thousands of tiny bubbles and swirls: a truly appalling, ugly apparition that RUINED looking through the scope. And, things were now dim.

At least I had not suffered a detached retina, with all the dangers of blindness that this entails. So, I philosophically adjusted, and started training myself to use my "bad" left eye. This is not quite as hard as writing with the "wrong" hand, but it is disconcerting, uncomfortable, and strange. It took me several weeks to adjust to it, so that the observing session could give me any pleasure at all. Comparatively, I lost about 3 magnitudes of sensitivity in the right eye that had suffered the PVD. But, the left eye did not look "smooth". The background of the sky, in the absence of stars, was grainy, shimmery. I could see faint galaxies; but they didn't look right. Better than nothing, however...

By now, eight months later, normal acuity and perception have returned to my right eye; the floater has almost completely disappeared; the bubbly jellied swirling stuff is gone. Thank goodness! I can observe just as well as before; and -- yes -- the "good" eye does provide views that are and aesthetically better, more realistic, smoother, on galaxies and nebulae. The last time I observed, I could even detect slightly fainter things with the right eye, than with the left one that had not had the PVD. But, it reminds me that "it's important to have a spare" -- and in this case, A SPARE EYE is more valuable than any of the other spare parts I take with me on observing sessions!



Faint Fuzzies -- not far from a huge city.

According to my historical research, the first recorded use of the term "faint fuzzies" occurred on April 14, 1892, in the rural garden of one Mr. Abe "Snuffy" Zinkenfuss in Glorioski, Indiana. He was attempting to focus his new Sears Roebuck 2" telescope on Saturn, but instead found something strange and unknown... "Jeepers, Ella Mae: come on o'er here: ah think I've got me a sort of, err, FAINT FUZZY!" he is reputed to have cried to his wife, in amazement. According to calculations I have made with "cutting edge" astronomy software, it is most likely that Abe mis-aimed slightly, and found NGC-3627 in his pristine dark sky, an object that would be invisible in a small urban scope today, but which was clearly detected in the glorious heavenly vault, unpolluted by electric lights at 2100 hours on that evening. The galaxy would have been 11 degrees, 44 minutes, and 4 seconds away from Saturn; from this we can infer that (a) Abe wasn't a highly skilled observer; (b) his finderscope was badly misaligned; (c) that moonshine was not unknown in this time and place; or (d) all of the above. Yet, astronomical history had been made!

Continuing this legacy of greatness and achievement, I proudly present below just a few of the "faint fuzzies" that I have been able to see, in a place where I shouldn't have been able to do so! Just a few thousand feet away, on the other side of the hill facing the San Jose valley basin, Saganesque "billions and billions" of streaming photons from low and high pressure sodium vapor lamps were coursing through space. They bounced down again all around me, scattered off hills and particulates in the air, mingling with all the other photons from Gilroy, Morgan Hill, Hollister, Santa Cruz, and Los Gatos... and fainter ones trickling from the SF peninsula, Fremont, Milpitas, the whole mess of the human stew and its environs that populates my region of the Universe.

Having at last snatched a moment or two of low wind, quiet foggy nights in the valley areas, and clear, cloud-free skies -- and observing all the anal-retentive and obsessive compulsions outlined above -- I lay in wait, my apertures wide open, eyes at the ready, aimed for "the kill". Here are some examples of the hapless quarry that have been netted; and unlike living game, they will endure almost forever, to be caught time and time again!




To continue reading the second part of the article, with pictures and descriptions of many challenging deep-sky objects that the author has observed near San Jose, California, click here.

Included are many celestial wonders not often sought by visual observers, such as Barnard's Galaxy and Loop; Sharpless nebulae; many obscure and faint IC objects; Minkowski and Abell planetary nebulae; Arp galaxies; the 'eyes' of the Owl Nebula; Stephan's Quintet; Palomar 10 globular cluster; nearby faint galaxy Leo 1; and the elusive dark nebula, "The Horsehead".



Conclusion

If the faint deep-sky objects shown in Part 2 can be found by me, just outside the perimeter of the light-polluted Santa Clara valley, then YOU TOO have very good hope of seeing most of the objects being talked and written about in newsgroup discussions, books, and observing guides.

Persist: and you will be rewarded by success! -- srw

This article is dedicated to my friends Richard Page and Donald Machholz, without whom I (a) would not have had a hope of ever becoming a good deep-sky viewer; and (b) would never have had the opportunity to find this remarkable mountaintop observing site!



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