Every year in June, the town that I live in hosts a Hot Air Balloon Festival. Basically everyone with a hot air balloon comes to our fair ground, sets up their balloons, races to a specific point, and races back.
We never watch the take off or the landing because our house sits in the flight path. It is always an astonishing sound to hear them coming over head. You can hear the lamps light as they are giving themselves lift. It sometimes is scary when you hear that at 6:30 in the morning…100 feet above your roof.
They are so close that you can wave to them. I know that I was definitely a sight for sore eyes at 7 am in my jammies and bed head!!!
This guy was really close. You can see his hand on the lamp, and read that he was flying for Stuffmart.
This was a fun one.
The boy kept trying to get a picture with their lamps lit, but the lamps are on only briefly. They were right above us, and suddenly……
They were gone.
There are 6 balloons in this picture. All of them were over our house not a minute and a half before this picture was taken. They are all heading back to the fair grounds.
I wish that each and everyone of you could have seen this. It is an inspiring sight. I know I was. I am always inspiring at 7 am.
I have always wanted to ride in a hot air balloon. I have flown in commercial airplanes, and even in a little 3 seater, but I think that being out in the open, way up high, would be so wonderful. I also always think of the family that escaped from Germany in a hot air balloon. Can’t, for the life of me remember who it was though.
Have you ever ridden in a hot air balloon?