There were a couple of comments yesterday about going up in
an hot air balloon, so I thought I might write about my one and only experience
in doing so.
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| Me in the Basket |
In 1996 my daughter
and I helped out as volunteers at the local Balloon Festival. We were detailed to be with the crew for a balloon
from Japan, and as a result we were given the opportunity to go up in the
balloon.
My trip was a very short one as we hardly rose up before
coming back down to land. There was some
reason about winds or something, but I no longer remember the exact cause.
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| Inflating the balloon with helium |
The two things I remember most were the absolute silence,
except when the gas was released, and the gaps in the floor of the balloon’s
basket.
The silence was incredible.
I think we often don’t realise how noisy our world is – even when we say
it is quiet, there is still noise of wind or birds or insects around us (the
sounds of silence!).
Not being a great lover of heights, being able to see the
ground between the gaps in the floor of the basket was rather unnerving to say
the least. I could look out from the
basket as long as I held onto the edge – a false sense of security as I knew
there was nothing to stop me from falling.
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| Mass ascension beside Hamilton Lake |
When the balloon made a ‘proper’ flight, we would chase it
in the van. Once a safe location was
found and the balloon had landed, we would arrive and help to pack everything
up again.
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| Masahiko, our pilot, maneuvered the balloon into the trailer prior to deflating it |
Crewing for a hot-air balloon was hard work but a lot of
fun. Not something I could do now
though!
Have you had any experiences with hot-air balloons?
Cheers,
Margaret.





