We noticed in the paper that one of the pilots was named Jerry Garcia. We also noticed that one of the crews was lookin’ sharp all in matching tie-dye. Sadly, this was not the Garcia crew! However, we decided that a tie-dye balloon would have been righteous.
The balloons got unloaded out of surprisingly small packages and unfolded along the ground for inflation.
I’d assumed it would be a huge, intricate thing to inflate them and would take a loooong time. No, you just set up a fan and let ‘er rip, apparently.
You got yer basket; you got yer fan.
It turns into a giant cave that seriously tempts one into running inside it.
A bunch of them began to inflate
and then began to erect. I’m just guessing that the fan blows regular air into them for size and shape and the hot air from the torch blasts is what makes them, you know, floaty.
Each balloon has a guide wire or tether thing controlled by crew members as it turns to stand upright.
Everyone likes fire.
We have liftoff!
Sadly, not many of them flew because of weather and dusk. I’d have liked more pictures of them aloft.
However, we were allowed to walk freely among them, which was neat, and also like being in a room full of elephants, in a way.
The funny with this one has got to be unintentional, but woah.
This is the coolest balloon ever. I hope you can see the Pink Floyd thing as well as the peace thing.
As it got dark, they looked awesome illuminated by the torches.
Then it got dark, and they took them down not long after, and we went home.