These are pictures that I took yesterday on what was supposed to be a "Mass ascension." But due to upper-level winds nobody actually ascended. And I'm afraid that the weather report was going to be the same again today. But they seem to enjoy taking there balloons out and playing with them so I assume they'll set everything up again, after all there must be a thousand people here to watch this so the least they can do is blow up there balloons and have their pictures taken.
When it got light enough to take pictures outside, I got in the truck and headed for downtown Gallup, driving down Route 66, so I would be sure and see whatever was left of the businesses on the original route 66.
I stopped in a few places and took pictures of old buildings and signs; I like old signs. Then, getting about breakfast time, I decided this would be a good chance to visit Cracker Barrel and see if it was busy; sometimes, Sundays are a tough day to get into a Cracker Barrel without a long wait. But it wasn't crowded, so I had their usual fine breakfast, after which I moseyed back to the truck, crawled in, cranked it up, and headed out to the interstate.
When I got to the interstate entrance where I could turn one way and go back East to Red Rock Park or West towards Arizona, I thought, why not just head for Arizona and some warm weather for a change? However, I only had a few seconds to decide whether to take the exit to the West, or to the East, and in that brief length of time, I told myself that I had everything with me in the Lance, and nothing was left behind. Furthermore, the weather report for the wind didn't look all that great, so they still might not be flying today, and that was the last event that was supposed to happen at Red Rock this weekend. So why not head West?
And head West, I did. And as soon as I merged onto the interstate, I felt a joy and a happiness that I hadn't thought about for a while; it was a feeling of freedom. I made that reservation for the balloon rally while I was in Denver in the middle of September. Ever since that day, I had someplace I had to be, and when I have someplace I have to be, I no longer feel free, and it seems like my life revolves around getting to that place at that particular time, and it bothers me. I guess that's why I don't make too many reservations to be someplace.
I know that's not normal because normal people don't live that way. It's not even normal for me; all my life, I've had to be someplace, and I always was not only on time but usually early. But something happened to me when I went full-time, I wanted to be free for the first time in my life to come and go as I please, but unfortunately for me, reservations get in the way of all that.
I can always find a place to boondock, so that seldom bothers me. And living in the Lance opened up even more opportunities to boondock, so it looks like it's only events that will cause me to make reservations now and then. There's nothing I can do about that except maybe learn how to deal with reservations better than I do now... Freedom is a terrible thing to waste; we have so little of it in our lives.
It's not long before the first balloon arises up to its full height. The balloon has two methods of controlling it on the ground. One is the guy with the rope that is attached to the top of the balloon, he's keeping the balloon from moving back and forth too much. The other end of the balloon is tied to the trailer hitch on the pickup truck making sure it doesn't take off without anybody in it.
Some of the blooms are huge. Look at the people standing next to the balloons fingers.
Not everybody wants or needs a giant balloon with a basket that can carry half a dozen people. This guy has a smallish balloon, and he sits in a chair... I wonder if he has an ejection seat?
For some reason my blog won't let me post anymore pictures, and I had a few more that went with the balloon rally yesterday. Don't know why it's doing that, but it did, so I'll put a couple more balloon pictures tomorrow.