When we arrived, it was to realize that 4 different companies met at the same spot at the same time, and cooperated together to give us a briefing about what ballooning was all about, including its history, safety concerns and the 3 different types of landing dependent on wind speed. They also inflated a small black balloon and let it loose into the sky to see where the wind was blowing and at what speed, as where the balloon goes in the air cannot be controlled by the pilot, being blown about by the wind instead. Based on this, where the balloon lands is highly dependent on where it gets blown to as well.
After the humorous briefing, during which the pilots tried to assuage our innate fears that hot air balloons were the safest form of airborne transportation, we boarded vans to take us to the liftoff site, an open field behind the Walmart in town.
Here, they proceeded to unload the basket from the van,
and the balloon itself, all packed into a relatively small bag.
After setting up the engine onto the basket, the pilots test started them shooting towers of flames high up into the air.
The pilots then proceeded to fill the balloon with air,
capping the open end to trap the air inside, while heating the air inside to cause it to rise relative to the chiller surrounding air, eventually causing the balloon to lift up into its standing position,
ready to take people up into the air.
At this point, the balloon was so eager to go that we had to help hold it down to prevent it from flying away. We then climbed into the basket, which was separated into 3 different compartments before the final push.
The others left ahead of us, so I was able to take pictures of them leaving.
The scenery was absolutely gorgeous this time of the morning, with the fog yet to dissipate.
flying over power lines,
the other balloons almost colliding with each other (on purpose)
and having dogs below bark at us.
We tried landing in a field near the Mary Queen of Peace Church,
but as it was enclosed and close to power lines,
we were forced to stay afloat, ending up going over the World's End Pond, passing low over it to see our reflections in it.
Finally, it was time to force a landing, which we ended up doing so on the lawn of someone's house.
Now, it was time to move the basket off private property. To do that, we had to first hold down the balloon to prevent it from lifting off again, and use the buoyancy of the balloon to shift the basket onto the side of the road.
Next, we had to lower the balloon, in a direction avoiding lamp posts and trees.
Next, we had to slowly let the air escape the balloon, uncapping the top and maneuvring it to let the air out.
After all the air was let out, we had to pack it back into the small bag.
After work, it was Day 2 of my rigid heddle weaving class at The Weaving Shed in the town of West Boylston.
After spending some time on my homework yesterday night, I was ready to go for my second round. Before that though, it was dinner time at Il Forno, an Italian chain restaurant in town. This place is decently decorated, with a family style feel to it.
while the salad they provided
with my Tortellini Alapana (Shallots, ham, peas in an Alfredo cream sauce) was just so-so, as was the meal itself, with a lot of tortellini and sauce, but little ham and peas.
To try to salvage the situation, I got the Berry Creme Brulee (A layer of raspberry sauce topped with a creamy custard, topped with mixed berries coated in caramel) for dessert, and although it wasn't too bad, there wasn't anything special about it.
knot the ends to the top of the weaving line,
and start on a real, new project, using the fabrics and colors we preferred.
Along the way, we also learned how to correct various mistakes we might have made in our weaving, like broken warp strings, misses
and gapping.
With that, we started on our new scarf project, to be finished at home by next week. This was a pretty quiet end to a fun day of ballooning which I did this morning, but then again, I was already exhausted from having woken up so early anyway.
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