My gorgeous mom turned sixty back in March. To celebrate, she wanted to go up in a hot air balloon. We’ve been attempting a sunrise excursion since March, but our reservations kept getting canceled due to weather (read: we live in western Washington. It rains a lot.)
Finally, our efforts were rewarded and on the morning of the summer solstice (read: the earliest freaking sunrise of the year) we finally got to have our adventure.
The balloon was HUGE. When we finally all climbed aboard and lifted off it was the gentlest feeling you could imagine. You hardly noticed as you drifted higher and higher up in the air. Since you float with the wind you barely notice a breeze. The air feels still and calm and utterly peaceful.
We drifted over the beautiful farmlands and marshlands of Northwestern Washington, spotted early morning fishers on a small boat, watched a swan swim gracefully around a pond and heron take flight over a gentle river.
We could see Mt. Rainier and Mt. Baker, the Seattle city skyline and Everett. We sailed over the gorgeous Skylight Farms owned by my friend and fellow PEPS mom. A year ago we had camped out at the farm and watched hot air balloons float by in the early morning; now we got to see it from the other point of view.