Every year, at our local Art and Air Festival, more than 30 balloons are launched right at dawn from the park field for three mornings in a row. Russ took the boys years ago, but Lola hadn’t ever experienced the launch.
Sunday morning, this family of not-morning-people (well, Russ is a morning person, but the rest of us…) woke up in the dark and packed into the truck to watch the sun rise and the balloons inflated.
Spectators are able to get up close and personal while the balloons are being filled. If you haven’t heard 30+ balloons all being filled at the same time, you can’t quite imagine the sound. Whooooooosh!
While we were waiting, a man was blowing gigantic bubbles, and Leif and Lola were having a blast chasing them. (This was a teeny tiny leftover bubble).
And then we drove to the coast to go crabbing all day with our best friends, but that’s the next post…
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