|Propane filling the envelop with hot air.|
Before we know it, we are up, up and away.
|Field we had taken off from.|
|Frank our pilot Frank says it is a stroll in the park, not a race.|
We can see the some of the other balloons.
|Our buddy, Tom.|
We could hear Frank communicating with his chase team. He told them to turn at this intersection. We could spot the chase team.
He is not a man of few words. But recited one story in poem form after another and another.
|A local family helped stuff the envelop in the container. The spikes that Frank the pilot |
wanted to protect the envelop from can be seen by the car.