By sunset, Galena's romantic grip is closing around me. A dozen of us (mostly couples) peer down at a shrinking Eagle Ridge as Andy Williams' hot-air balloon lifts us into the evening sky. We drift eastward on the wind, over golf courses and vacation homes gilded by sunset. Soon, the balloon angles downward into a pasture's shin-high grass. The sun melds with the horizon as Andy raises a glass and recites the balloonist's toast: "God has joined you in your laughter and set you gently back again into the loving arms of Earth."
A scene like this could suck a guy into this romantic thing. Just to be safe, I quickly ask Andy a few questions about how many BTUs his burners crank out.
Galena On The Fly
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