Ok. I didn’t really go up in the clouds. My legs couldn’t handle the height. They get all wobbly and weird when I am more than 10 feet off the ground. Usually I cling to the most stable thing around me, whether it be person, building or railing. So a hot air balloon? Only if there was a seatbelt that had at least 6 buckles to reinforce that I would stay in the basket. Then it would be a go. I think.
Rather then being in the air, we woke up at 5AM on Labor Day to drive down to Colorado Springs for the Colorado Balloon Classic and safely stand on the ground to watch the hot air balloons float by. I had debated heavily if a 5AM wake up was worth it and this experience didn’t disappoint. The sky had a great background texture with its blue and grey swirls of clouds and the reflection of the bright balloons on the lake and Pikes Peak in the background gave the morning an extra punch of coloradical.
And we think there were over 50 hot air balloons according to the small boy counting around us. Although, when he jumped from 43 to 52, we weren’t so sure of his accuracy.