I hadn't ever wondered about the take off of a balloon, but it can be a little rocky. When I saw the land-rover the balloon was tied to moving around the paddock I wondered if I'd really made a wise choice, or if I too should have gone with the 'No motor, no steering wheel, no me rule' employed by Will.
But once we were soaring I knew I'd made the right decision. It was noisier than I had imagined, perhaps because my spot was right under the burners, however, I figured that also gave me a more stable position for take off and landing.
The view was magnificent. We caught the end of sunrise, saw the East and West MacDonnell Ranges in all their glory, had a peak at Pine Gap, spotted a few roos and a herd of cattle too as we passed over a paddock of The Owen Springs Station. We saw the shadow cast by our balloon laid out against the red of the outback and I watched a flock of birds fly past in the distance. And then I breathed and relaxed. It was magical.
Four hours after touch down and the smile is still on my lips. Maybe the traditional champagne after a balloon flight has a little to do with that but I think it's more the memories of a truly special hour and the glow of the feeling that the gods have smiled upon us since leaving home for this wonderful holiday.
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