Today I call for the first flight of the season at the Brooks site and Mother Nature is in fine form too. The test balloon (pi-ball) shows me that we have little movement up top so I may have picked the wrong site out here. We get to work on the balloon and soon we are full of cold air and I add the heat. Once standing I call for the passengers to board and after the briefing we are off the tarmac and drifting over the hops to the west, south west. After a few minutes flight I’m convinced that this is really “no land…land this time of year and I did pick the wrong launch site. The gang is below us and even at ground level there is not a thing. I will keep the “faith” and we will get down, we always do. I find a field that is partially harvested but it’s way to early to park so I’ll keep on and find us a spot later. After looking at nothing but (beautiful) crops and a lot of freshly turned dirt I get a drift toward a friendly LZ right on the edge of the river. I call the gang and have them move toward Windsor Island as they have several hundred acres and I will use one of them to park today. This is truly a PRIVATE island so we have check in and get a “escort” to move around the property. I spot the LZ and after a few turns the gang is on the spot for the catch. We get the balloon deflated and the gals do the “sit”. Our escort leads us out to the bridge and we return to the airport for the picnic.
I get the story started, the toast is done and the certificates are presented.
PASSENGER COMMENTS: Stacy: “Thank you for a wonderful experience. Much more than I could ever had hoped for.” Clara: “Thank you, I had the time of my life. I will recommend it to everyone I know. Thanks a million.” Suzie “Well, this was an amazi