OMG!
You arrive and find you must wait for the pilot to approve the weather. City Brew beckons, you cannot resist. The bright beans clasp hands with the slices of sun that peek through the Bridger Bowlscape. A truck pulling a trailer arrives, the basket and balloon are unloaded, stretching across the landscape before you. The flight is on.
As the balloon slowly fills, the crew become ants in a choreographed ballet of ropes, lofting balloon and uprighting basket. The pilot is the first in the basket, the participants loaded thereafter, one by one. Small talk and jocularity distract you from the fact the crew members have now become ants again, in size, as lift-off has been so seamless, so smooth, you never even realized you left the ground.
Roofs come into view as the landscape reverts to a moving typography of breathtaking awe. The sun slices lift from the mountains sillouhette, the flag attached to the balloon flies straight and unwavering, perfectly framed against the mountains and sun.
You realize you are part of the wind current itself, suspended in peace and tranquility. Another dimension, another world, where time almost does not exist.
All too soon tree tops are passing, eagles flying out from them as you lower past to a landing gentler than the elevator in your hotel!
Man, what a way to spend a few hours on a Sunday morning!
Just to let you know....
He was going to propose while we were in the air, but our flight got canceled due to weather, and he could not wait the one week until we actually had our flight, oh, how romantic it would have been, it was just beautiful and serene up there.
.....BUT it was even more romantic and sincere that he could not wait but a few hours before he had to ask! read more