Monday, August 12, 2013

Saturday's rude awakening

Look through the trees. See the color?

That's the hot air balloon that floated over our house around 8am.

Hot air balloons don't really just float quietly along, especially when they're working on landing in someone's field out in the country. They're constantly blasting fire to adjust their height. I don't know-maybe they can also alter direction as well?

All I know is it sounded like we were under attack from something loud, and the dogs were barking up a storm. None of us (me, Brett, the dogs) could place the direction - although it wasn't directly overhead it was close enough that the sound was coming in from all directions.

While those people were having their fun leisurely hot air balloon ride early Saturday, we just wanted to sleep!

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