Above the Clouds at First Light
Three people, a wicker basket, and a burner loud enough to wake the desert. Ballooning is the slowest adventure we've ever loved.
You don't steer a balloon. You rise, you fall, and you borrow whichever wind is blowing at your altitude. It's the opposite of control, and somehow that is the appeal.
We left the ground in the blue hour and watched the sun come over the range from a thousand feet. No one spoke for a while. The burner did the talking.
“Adventure isn't a destination. It's a mindset.”
Sometimes the pursuit is loud. Sometimes it's a basket drifting over the high desert at walking speed. Both count.
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