I’d ALWAYS wanted to do this, so it was worth getting up at 3:30 in the morning to make the 6 am launch
My husband chickened out, so there I was in ‘small town NH’, in a big field, at dawn, surrounded by propane heaters, giant balloons, and the happy chatter of the balloon masters and crew.
I was excited, and whatever anxiety I felt at leaving the earth, was replaced by the delightful feeling of floating…silently drifting above a new day…I loved the stillness… in between the blasts of propane!
The wicker basket felt remarkably secure, and the instrument panel told us how high we were, how fast we were going, ..and in which direction.
But it couldn’t tell us where to land…that was tricky,
In such a forested place
but sooner than I wanted, we touched neatly down on a deserted road and were scooped up by the chase crew. ..
who tucked the balloon away.
(The traditional champagne, we had to ourselves.)
Would I do it again? In a minute!