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The location where I sit faces the back yard and there are windows along that side of the house as well with the French doors to the patio.
If you were to ask my family and friends, they’ll confirm that I have this weird fascination with things in the sky. The Moon, large and small Aircrafts, colorful Hot air Balloons, Hawks, etc.
So there I’m sitting and suddenly my dog begins barking furiously at the back door into the yard. Needless to say, he doesn’t share my enthusiasm of air bound things. He barks at those same small aircrafts flying over the yard but too high for him to do anything about. His attitude is that they are trespassing in his yard and he’s protecting it. Therefore, he barks at squirrels, birds whatever he feels fierce enough to try and scare away.
So when he began barking at the back door (again), my first thought was that it must be a bird sitting on the fence. A few seconds into his rant I noticed that his bark had a slight aggressive but fearful tone to it and I glanced up.
“OH MY GOD!” I exclaimed.
My husband looked over at me, instantly alert.
I tried to jump out of my reclined sofa seat and tried to toss my lap top off my lap, as my eyes stayed peeled to the window above the French doors and the windows in the door.
“There’s a Balloon coming down in our back yard.” I could see the basket and a sea of Pink, white and black, as big as day descending. “A Hot Air Balloon,” I amended.
It was the coolest thing I’ve seen in a long time.
By the time my husband and I made it to the French door, and looked out, we could see people working the controls and see that they were blowing burners up into the balloon to give it height.
If you’ve ever been close to a hot air balloon before, the burners makes a very distinctive sound and the descending balloon was no longer descending but had lifted enough to clear the other houses and trees and began to float down the street.
As it moved away, my imagination was sure it was going to be involved in some kind of accident and my first thought was what if they needed help.
I grabbed my car keys and limped, barefoot to my car in search of trying to follow this huge balloon.
Yes, I am one of “those” people.
As I turned the corner, I could see the balloon dip below the trees in the not too far distance.
What was back there? A lake? A Park?
Unfortunately, when you’re driving a car you only have access to the streets but the whole time my thoughts were racing, “Dang, that’s close” and “OMG that looks so freaking cool!”
About three blocks down the street from home, I saw that it went down and the only turn off available to me was an elementary school so I pulled into the parking lot to see if I could find where it went. It had landed in an open field behind the school.
I was so stunned the first time I saw it over my back yard that I didn’t think to grab a camera but as I sat it my car, looking on at the activity before me, I snapped this picture with my cell phone.
Pretty Cool, huh?