1984-1995 Balloonatic Days
A gallery of fun shots from my first days in ballooning in 1984 until I left Dallas in 1995 and the fun stopped. (Well, that kind of fun, anyway.) I still miss the smell of propane and the tang of a chilled glass of champagne in the morning. Ah, those were the days!
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PROPER INITIATION
It's aviation tradition for a fledgling pilot to lose his shirt tailfeathers after their first solo. I'm glad to see that isn't limited to just aircraft. Aw, that's okay, Dave -- it was wet anyway.
