Last week I had my first hot air balloon ride. It was a hoot. Five balloonists from Edmonton came out to my rural area to do their stuff. I let them use my yard for take-off and I was given a short ride in return. I got a big kick out of seeing my house and yard from above. I was surprised at the contrast of noise and silence during the ride - dead silence broken by the huge roar of the propane burner as more heat was needed to provide lift. After my short jaunt the balloonists rode off for their day's journey. I followed the chasers for about an hour but conditions were perfect and the balloonists and chasers continued further south east than I was prepared to follow.
Very interesting day for me.


Thirty years ago I lived near a launching point for hot air balloons. I saw hundreds drift over my house, and sometimes balloons would come down in the field across the road. The balloons looked peaceful and calm and quiet. I would have loved to take a ride, but I have a fear of heights that would have spoiled the experience.