Friday, September 4, 2015
Hot Air Balloons
I never have been real close to one, then of course never been in one, but I think I want to. Sherry doesn’t share my desire to go Up, up, up in a beautiful balloon.
I talked with my dear friend and Grandma in law, Joann out in Utah. She wanted to go up. So we made a date (sort of) we would go up the next time I was in Utah.
In the mean time I was checking on Balloon rides, most were ‘tethered’. Why would I want to do that? go up in a balloon and stay tied to a rope? No way. I wanted to be FREE and follow the wind until we reached someone’s BIG field and come down. Being chased by a truck to take us back.
Anyway the best prices were in Albuquerque and we were meeting in Utah. It never worked out. The 40-70 minute rides are from $200-$350, A private flight for two is $450-600. A little pricey, but I now these dudes must cost a pretty penny.
But it must be a wonderful feeling to cruise slowly over beautiful country. And Yes, I still want to do that. It still may happen, who knows. I don’t know if Joann still wants to make the trip or not.
It is not the same, but I am thinking of sky diving on my 80th birthday. I have never done anything like that. My brother in law, Vernon has jumped many times and now will not go up in an airplane. He said enough is enough. But so far I haven’t had any, much less enough.
I am only approaching 77 in January methinks, so I have three years to think about it. I guess I had better do it in Florida, if I am going to do it in January.
This has been my biggest problem in life. I want to do too much. I really wanted to be an astronaut, but they didn’t even exist in my youth.
Are you a restless person? That song has rung in my head since I first heard it. It must have been 1945, “My Heart goes Where the Wild Goose Goes.” I blame Frankie Lane for my ‘wild’ streak.
Ordinary’ Really, do you?
Here are some of the automobiles from 1970. The year of more muscle cars also.