There I was, in the kitchen just microwaving the last cup of coffee and I heard it. That *woooooosh* sound that there's no mistaking. My coffee not even done nuking, I grabbed my camera and ran outside.
And there it was - just across the street going down behind the trees.
The neighbors all agreed it looked like it was going to land.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNN, I yelled. WHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATTT??? He yelled back. YOU'RE BABYSITTING!!!!
And I took off. Barefoot. Looking like I hadn't run a lick since I ran my first 5K last month. Through the brush that wasn't quite that high the last time I tore through it about five years ago. And I left my coffee at home. (I nuked it again and I'm drinking it now) You see, I've chased down balloons before and some pilots get those balloons down awfully quick. I was determined to make it in time.
And I did. It was a bit of a children of the corn type moment to see people coming out of the brush on all sides of the field, but I made it. *happy sigh all over the place*
To go up in a hot air balloon has been on my bucket list since 1983, so to get up close enough to touch one and be able to photograph it so closely with that awesome sun flare - it's a great way to wrap up my month. I'll reward myself with a balloon ride when we're debt-free, and that's a promise.
For now I think I'll print all these off and put them on my goal wall.
Yep - that's what I'm gonna do.