A wee bit ago, my dad took flight on his maiden voyage into the skies. He has flown planes before, but never ridden in a hot air balloon. The flight was a gift from his mother, sister and brother for his 50th birthday.The best way of travel, however, if you aren't in any hurry at all, if you don't care where you are going, if you don't like to use your legs, if you don't want to be annoyed at all by any choice of directions, is in a balloon. In a balloon, you can decide only when to start, and usually when to stop. The rest is left entirely to nature.— William Pene du Bois, The Twenty-one Balloons
By far, out of the couple dozen balloons to lift off that morning, the one he rode in was the prettiest. Have you seen a better looking balloon? (It was handmade by the pilot herself!)
His particular ride was part of a bigger event in our hometown, the Northwest Art & Air Festival.
Being post-poned 2 days due to lightning storms and such, the flight was reportedly even more magical and worth the wait. I really would like to go on a ride some time. Sooner rather than later. From what I hear, it is a wonderfully peaceful experience - when the torch isn't lit.
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