I'm tired, sunburned, I smell like a wet horse and my dog doesn't know me anymore. It all was WORTH it.
Having spent considerable amount of time out there , I think I can say at least a few things.
Balloonist are a friendly bunch and seems their priorities run in the following order:
Safety
Family
Ballooning
I was told about 40% of all Balloonists also have aircraft licenses. I was also told while both are flying, one was is about the destination, ( airplane) the other way is about transportation ( ballooning) after my first ride today, I see what they mean.
While it is perilous, they seem to make light of many things. They never seem disappointed if they can fly or not. If they can, then all the better but because everyone is a "family" it's as much about a family reunion as is a sport event.
I spoke with many people, those who chase and those who fly. Flying is fun, but they all said chasing was fun too. I did both this weekend and prefer flying but could go chase again too. Both were indeed fun.
Everyone has their own team. This is not a single person sport. Some teams have been together for years. I met many people who were hooked on their first ride and have been in the sport ever since. It's a happy group and you find people from other teams helping other teams. Ballooning is a team sport in the sense everyone is actually on the same team.
This morning started off like all the other mornings in the pilots tent. Coffee, sweet rolls and Kolachi's. The thing that struck me today was how lively everyone was at 6:00 am on a Sunday. I walked up to a lady who I teamed with on Friday, said good Morning gave her a hug and I asked her, " Did you go home and crash last night"? Her comment, "No Joe, Balloonist never crash, we just go home and have hard landings". That pretty much sums up this group, lots of smiles, laughs and jokes and even after we all have been running on little sleep.
After everyone arrived, the FFA spokesman came in and gave us a report. The news was not good and placed everyone on hold. Another report 15 mins. later and another hold. Then out of nowhere the wind died. We were good to go and yes...we did.
Today was a little different in flight plans. Instead of taking off at the field, our goal was to drive north, fly back and drop a marker on the X they had put in the field. We all jumped in the chase vehicle and off to the north we went. Different teams had different strategies for getting over the field, after all you can't steer balloons, they go where the winds blows. So, we found a place about 10 miles north, dropped the basket with another balloon crew, inflated ourselves and off (I) we went.
As luck would have it, the wind picked up as we were trying to inflate. I think the Craig( the pilot) said his balloon was 80,000 cubic feet. If anyone has every tried to hold an 80,000 cubic foot balloon in a wind will know, it's not an easy task. That's another reason anything over about 10 miles an hour is considered risky.
Finally, and with help, we get the balloon upright and we are off. What struck me at first was the contrast between the roar of the fans and intense heat and noise of the burners compared to flight. As we lifted off, it was dead silent. It reminded me of being in a terrible storm and all of a sudden it was absolute calm. The accenting was incredibly smooth, you were just lighter than air, floating slowly up and away.
I spoke to many 1st time riders out there this weekend. A couple said the same thing. " I have a terrible fear of heights but I was not afraid". Sure I thought...but guess what, I had ZERO fear as well. You'll see in a minute we were 500-800 feet but it was like standing in your own living room. Awesome.
Another sensation that was unexpected, no wind. You are moving at the same speed of the wind so there is no wind to "feel". Because you are moving at the same speed of the wind there is ZERO wind noise. You are floating with and seemingly become one with the wind.
We went pretty high, we also dove low. We just about touched the water on the lake, even once we tipped the trees and one of the passengers grabbed some leaves, you'll see pics of that too. While you don't have a lot of left and right steering ability you have quite a bit of control up and down or at least my pilot did.
Our flight was about an hour but seemed like minutes. The flight was fun, but the landing may have been the best part. If you have ever rode that wooden roller coaster at Six Flags over Texas (Texas Giant) imagine that ride with barrel rolls. We touched down once, bounced, up and bounced then down, up and then down and then rolled. I was on the bottom of the pile of people, two people were on top and over we went, then the wind began to drag us and rolled us again. I was trying to hold on with one hand and keep the other hand on the camera, it was not unlike being in a clothes dryer. I might have been concerned if I wasn't laughing so hard. As we would roll and had people of top of me, I would turn at take pics, I was shooting the ground, the people, the balloon as I could feel us being dragged over Cow patties. There was no mistaking those lumps on the grass. (Cow patties pics later). It was great.
BTW, we counted 19 balloons in the air and all but 2 or three were even close the field, most of us ended up several miles to the west. I didn't matter, we all had a great time.
I only took one camera body and one lens on the ride, all my shots were with the 10-22mm. As you will see in the pics something longer would have been better at times but overall wide it better. The other balloons were often miles away and you could have used a tele. We seemed to be right in the middle of the pack of all the balloons.
It was a great assignment. I had a ball, met some awesome people. The last thing I said upon shaking hands and hugging everyone for the last time was " See ya'll in Plano" and I left feeling nearly as much as family as photographer.
Special thanks has to go out to Pilot Craig Hays for the amazing ride, in flight peanuts, my first Official Balloon pin and his Purple Hays Balloon for delivering us safely back to the ground. I also want to thank that cutie Shryl and all the Purple Hays crew for a very, very cool day.
Now, enjoy the show
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