Connecticut
(cont'd)


 

I rose almost straight up initially, backing up slightly toward Dick's balloon, until at a few hundred feet, I entered a northbound wind layer that took me toward the town at a good clip.

 

 

It was quiet in Canaan, as might be expected shortly after dawn on a Sunday morning. I floated over the Lindell complex....


...past an old church...


...over a quiet neighborhood...


...and an empty park...

 

 

...leaving me on the other side of town, headed for the countryside.

Watching the other balloons behind me, it appeared that right at the treetops, the wind headed north, but higher up, it was bending around to the east. The area to the north was more open, along the highway up to Massachusetts, but when I tried to get low, the frost that was starting to melt off the balloons and the mixed heating and cooling when I dropped down into the shadows of the hills made it hard to stay level. I finally just let my balloons carry me higher, and headed off to the more heavily wooded area to the east.

 

 

 

I floated past a quarry. Some geese flew over me.

 

 

 

Meanwhile, my crew tried to stay with me, although the roads were such that I remained a colorful speck over the trees to them much of the time.

 

 

 

 
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Continued....