Yesterday morning I woke up to the repeating sound of a propane blowtorch or a jet car testing the burner or something to that effect. I've been in a hot air balloon once and the sound of the burner heating the air in the balloon is pretty unmistakeable however even though I was sure that's what I was hearing it literally sounded like it was happening inside my house. I heard my wife get up and open the sliding glass door to the backyard and then she came in and said "you gotta come here." I jumped up and we walked out the front door to this.
That's really a picture of my front yard on Sunday morning at 8:24 AM. This guy just dropped his hot air balloon (HAB) right on my front lawn. It was awesome. My kids both lost their minds.
The weather was really calm and apparently this was a perfect day for this guy to learn how to take off and land in a HAB and so he was just going up and down all over the county. Kinda like Okay Seriously Sarah and the Cheesecakehor but in a different way.
I asked him if I could take it for a ride but he was all "um, how would you get it back here" then I was like "click my heels bro, c'mon even a rookie should know that one"
Then he was like "allright creepy loser guy, I'll see you later."
Then I was like "ok see you later Henry Gale."