Ever since I watched Up, I have dreamed of tying balloons to a little house and going aloft with all of my domestic goodies. Since that would only happen in Pixarland, my fantasy has morphed into a fascination with taking a hot air balloon ride. This dream is only ever so slightly hindered by the fact that I am really scared of heights. I'm talking knees-knocking-in-the-nosebleed-seats scared of heights.
When I first made it to the top of the Eiffel Tower, I kept my back to the inner most wall and never looked over the edge. When I climbed up a steep trail to Yosemite falls, I never even peaked over the precipice at the waterfall below me.
So, why, given my extreme acrophobia, have I developed this sudden fascination with lifting off in a glorified Longaberger basket suspended by a giant quilt?
Hot air balloons seem to provide the ultimate bird's eye view of the land. I imagine drifting over fields or hills or rivers and looking down below at a patchwork of nature. Other than the intermittent roar of the burner, imagine that rare combination of altitude and silence.Have you ever been up, up and away in a beautiful balloon?
Images borrowed from HightonRidley, AbqBalloonRides, Knoxville, BaileyBalloons, & DelmarvaBalloonRides.