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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EYE-IN-THE-SKY
I can't remember if this is a news chopper or the police chopper, but both were looking around for the balloon that "crashed into Lake Ray Hubbard" as one commuter put it. My dad heard all about it on the news radio and wondered if I knew who the people were. Imagine his amusement to find out it was his very own son!
