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Morning Balloons

August 8, 2016 by Avogadro Mole

Why I get up at 4am Albuquerque Balloon Fiesta

Why I get up at 4am
Albuquerque Balloon Fiesta

Dawn Patrol, Albuquerque Balloon Fiesta

Dawn Patrol, Albuquerque Balloon Fiesta

Mass Ascension, Albuquerque Balloon Fiesta

Mass Ascension, Albuquerque Balloon Fiesta

Filed Under: Albuquerque Balloon Fiesta, Balloons, Beauty

Doin It Rong

November 2, 2015 by Avogadro Mole

When doing it wrong comes out… well, not what I wanted, but certainly interesting. Dusk, trying to get pics of the leaves before the first snowfall. Camera wanted a tripod I didn’t have. I took the shots anyway.

Albany Pine Bush Preserve, Albany, New York
26 October 2011

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Filed Under: Beauty, Leaves

Fall, winter, spring: Out The Back Window

September 7, 2015 by Avogadro Mole

I’d heard about the fabulous fall colors in the Northeast. I moved here in September 2011, just as the leaves were starting to turn. I realized rather quickly that, not only were the colors fabulous, watching the slow transition, never knowing from one day to the next what new and wondrous colors would appear, was just as fabulous. These images are from my first fall into winter into spring.
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Filed Under: Beauty, Leaves

The Day I Flew

June 1, 2015 by Avogadro Mole

Warning! Flying in a Hot Air Balloon Can Be Immediately Addicting!
I was addicted the first time I saw balloons fill, rise up, and fill the sky. I didn’t realize the Balloon Fiesta ran for ten days, not just one extra large weekend. So the first time I went to Albuquerque, in 2009, I had to turn around and head back to LA for a client meeting on Tuesday. As I stood that last morning on the launch field, looking at the balloons streaming northward, I said to my friend Kevin, in a quiet voice, full of conviction, “I’ll be back!” He chuckled, hearing in my voice that I was hooked.

Yeah, I was addicted.

The Day I Flew

My friend Kevin is tall enough, his head’s up close to the burners. So he flies with a leather aviator’s hat, in a style worn by WorldWarI pilots. Balloon Fiesta 2010, we’re sitting around the breakfast tables, at the pilots’ breakfast, some of us sharing flight info, crazy stories and the like, while others (waves hand here) are simply trying to wake up. It’s 5-bleedin’-o’clock in the morning. The sky is barely showing signs of the existence of a sun.

I’m handed something.
Blink. WTF?

It’s Kevin’s aviator cap. I look up and across two tables. Kevin is smiling at me, an “I’ve got a secret and I’m going to share it with you” smile. He said, “You’re going to need that today.” I was going to fly! I was happy enough to almost be able to fly without a balloon.

Ready To Launch

Ready To Launch

Flying!

Flying!

There’s very little sense of motion in a balloon, except maybe up. It felt very much like the world was moving, not me.

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Balloons On The Ground
Moving Up...Moving Up...
Moving Up...
And Up...And Up...
And Up...
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And Up
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Balloon Down And Delfated

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Sky And Balloon

 

 

 

It doesn’t get much better than this.

 

 

The end of the flight

There are no pics of our landing, as we were braced for impact. The winds on the ground were fairly high, judging by watching the other balloons coming down. So everybody but Walter, the pilot, had hands hanging on and feet braced.

Remember at the start, when I said I was afraid of heights? Fortunately for me, we came in with my back to the ground. I think I would have completely freaked if I’d been able to see the reality.

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Bounce And Drag

We bounced three times, and dragged for a total landfall of 220 yards. Kevin paced it off, and came back to cheerfully inform me that we had beaten his record of 120 yards. Swell.

Deflated Bembel

Deflated Bembel

We had to come down fast. On the other side of that ridge is a construction site with lots of equipment and partially constructed buildings. Walter either took us down now or we would have to go back up and find another spot. So down we came. Hard.

ChaseTruckAnd here comes our chase truck. Just proves chase trucks can go anywhere, even the middle of acres and acres of construction.

 

In a ceremony of fire, earth, and water, I am reborn as Baroness Lin of Fast Morning Winds and Sandy Landings.

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Renaming Ceremony

When ballooning first became a thing in Europe, laws were passed in some places that only the aristocracy can fly. Ritual among some balloonists that someone who is no longer a balloon virgin gets his/her hair set on fire and renamed. Fire is immediately rubbed out with dirt (in this case, sand), and if necessary, water. It’s difficult to light hair on fire with a Bic, unless it’s been dyed. Mine was. Instead of the *flick* *flick* *flick* Walter does before someone’s hair finally cooperates, I heard *flick* WHOA!, and a whiff of scorched hair went by. Walter scrubbed the back of my head energetically with sand, and Gaby, his wife and ground crew chief, poured water over the spot (that water bottle you see to the left). Fortunately, it was sand, so I didn’t immediately have mud in my hair. One more benefit of having curly hair: I couldn’t tell where I’d been scorched.

Would I do it again?

HELLS YES!

Filed Under: Albuquerque Balloon Fiesta, Beauty

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We act as though comfort and luxury were the chief requirements of life, when all that we need to make us happy is something to be enthusiastic about.

— Charles Kingsley

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