As a gift, Bill gave me a two person certificate for a hot air balloon flight. It
was a gift for an exciting adventure with only one downside: Bill and I had to be
at the launch site before dawn. The best thermals for ballooning are at dawn and
at sunset. Coincidently, the launch site was an open field in Plainfield, directly
behind the nursing home where my father was living.
Inflating the Balloon
A hot air balloon is a big bag filled with hot air and attached to a passenger basket.
Since hot air is lighter than the surrounding air, the balloon and its basket are
buoyant. To go higher, the pilot heats the air in the balloon. To go lower, the
pilot allows to air to cool.
Bill helped hold the balloon as it started to inflate.
As the pilot heated the air, the balloon inflated more and more.
Yes, that is an open flame.
Over Plainfield
By the time we became airborne, the sun was up and we were treated to an aerial
view of the village of Plainfield.
Our chase crew, the pilot's wife, followed us in the black truck.
We flew past the nursing home where my father lived. His room was in the right wing
as seen in this picture. The next day, I asked Dad if he had seen us take off. He
said, "No, it was too early in the morning to be looking outside."
View of Plainfield and the Plainfield commercial center
Lake Renwick in the distance, Lake Renwick is an old, gravel strip mine that was
rehabilitated to be a nature area.
A park with a baseball field below and the high school in the distance.
We skimmed the tree tops not far from where I once lived, annoying several dogs.
Then we flew over Lake Renwick, leaving Plainfield.