Driving up to the festival grounds I had my eyes peeled. We were running late and crawling through the traffic trying to get parked and onto the field where the balloons were launching and I didn’t want to miss seeing the balloons in full glow. Is that one! No – just a tower light. That’s definitely one. There it is – look at it! No that’s just a tree lit up by a parking lot lamp. I scoured the darkness around us because you would think that you’d be able to see hot air balloons glowing in the darkness. Nothing.
And then we got parked and made our way to the ticket booth and gates. Ahh. There we are. Tension was released, and it was like everything was right in the world now. I found them. And I just knew.
Since this was our second time visiting the festival, it was slightly less overwhelming. I felt like we kind of knew the rules – when you hear the zebras whistling….get back! So I took time to really see what was happening on the field.
It was a great opportunity to see the camaraderie and teamwork as balloon after balloon was sent on its way.
Normally things in large numbers kind of freak me out (birds, ants, really bugs of any kind all in one place), but hot air balloons may be the only exception. Watching all these balloons float up into the sky is kind of a zen experience.
It was a privilege to be able to attend this great event for the second time and I don’t think it will ever get old. But next time, we’ll have to go flying.