We were over in Batesville, Arkansas, visiting some friends, when we were invited to take a little trip. Not just your run-of-the-mill trip, but one that was very quiet and somewhat up off the ground.
Now, being up in the air was nothing new for this adventuring lady. No, she was used to being above the ground, but this was different.
She was not in control of the balloon.
A beautiful morning in the area of the White River.
A beautiful lady in her element.
A perfectly executed splash and dash onto a sandbar in the middle of said river.
Then the real adventure…the novice pilot (in the sunglasses), being very proud of his first splash/dash with his hot air balloon, spent so much time getting the event recorded for posterity on film that all the hot air escaped, and the balloon envelope collapsed.
The rest of the morning was spent on a hot sand bar, in the middle of a river, waiting for the launch crew to arrive by boat with a fan to inflate the envelope again, letting the balloon and pilot escape to the mainland while the passengers went back by boat.
Our first, and last, balloon adventure. From that time on we stuck to flying machines that could be controlled by the blond lady in the yellow sweater.
And we stayed cooler, too.
Happy Mother's Day to my favorite pilot.
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