Last week, Daniel saw in a flyer that Harrison was having a Balloon Festival. Hot air balloons, in fact. He asked me if I would go, and I said "sure." Then he mentioned that they had tethered balloon rides for $5.00 and wondered if I would go up with him.
I have to tell you that I have problems with heights. Walking around high up places close to edges, riding in vehicles close to high up places, and definitely being in planes high up in the air make me panic. Because of this, I was reluctant to go on the ride. So, we made a deal. I agreed to go on the ride only for a book stipend.
I spent my stipend in two days and Daniel complained that I would jinx our ride opportunity by partaking early. That is exactly what happened. We drove to Harrison this Friday only to find out that the rides were cancelled due to wind. Daniel was pretty upset, and I felt really sorry for all the sweaty and cranky little kids that missed out. Can you imagine what a let down that was?
However, the trip was not a total loss. It was actually very neato. The drive was gorgeous, and the site for the balloons was perfect. It was such a simple thing: these huge hot air balloons aligned on a hilltop. That was it, but it was so amazing. It made me feel like a little kid. We walked up the hill just before sunset and the balloons were scattered on the horizon like floating giants. They looked like something from a children's book.
I wish that our pictures had turned out better, but that can't be helped.
