For Christmas this year, Erik surprised me with a reservation for a hot air balloon ride! If you're at all familiar with the Phoenix area, you'll know how popular hot air balloons are here; they're almost as iconic as the saguaro cactus. We've seen them floating around just north of us many, many times, mostly in the evenings (we're not up and out early enough to see the morning ones). Once, we even had a balloon hover right above our backyard! As neat as it is to see a hot air balloon fairly closely, I still wanted to know what it is like to ride in one. Going on a hot air balloon ride was one of my "bucket list" activities, like going to Europe and learning the violin. So it was awesome that I got to cross hot air-ballooning off the list!
Erik made reservation for January 4th, a Saturday. We asked Erin, our go-to baby sitter, to watch the kids while we went on our 5-hour balloon excursion. We first drove to a parking lot in the airport off of Deer Valley (we just followed the signs for Hot Air Balloon Rides), parked, signed some papers, and loaded ourselves into a van with about 10 other people. That van then drove up north to a large plot of land with nothing on it but sage brush, lots of rocks, and the occasional cactus. We all got out of the van and watched as our hot air balloon was set up. This was extremely interesting and entertaining for me. It took them about a half hour to set up the balloon. They tipped the basket upright and had us all get in. It was kind of a tight squeeze and there was no sitting. We thought it would be cold up there, but it was actually pretty hot, at least for me since I was standing right under the burner. I was so close to the burner, that I could feel my hair getting hot. The balloon ascended so gently and smoothly that it was almost a surprise when we were in above the ground. We spent an hour floating around in the air. It was an amazing view, quite loud, and felt like 15 minutes instead of a full hour. We got several videos of the ride. Hot air balloons don't have steering abilities, we just floated wherever the wind took us. The balloons can go up and down of course, depending on how often the burners are ignited, and the pilot was also able to turn the balloon around by pulling some strings (literally). The balloon also doesn't have landing gear, so we basically "crash-landed", but with our pilot being skilled and it being a nice, calm day, we were able gently drift down to the ground without much more than a bump. After getting ourselves out of the teeny tiny basket, we were all seated and treated to champagne (Martinelli's for us), hors d'oevres, and cake while the sun set. We paid, tipped, and got a certificate of flight in return. Erik and I got plenty of pictures between the two of us:
The inside looked like a stained-glass cathedral
Setting up the balloon.
We saw a pack of running javelinas that we must of spooked.
The sister balloon that was part of the same company
Packing up the balloon. It looked like a lot of work, I can't believe the do this twice a day
Seated & treated. No, Erik did not drink those champagnes. He didn't drink any champagnes at all!




