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By the time the sun rose, the last of the balloons were being inflated. It looked like the Dollar Tree across the parking lot was overstocked with giant helium balloons. |
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Wind had been a concern for my last two flights, and the windiness of the previous evening had made me wonder if I was in for more of the same. Happily, the forecast seemed to be right, and the calm, clear morning was great relief. I had time to be interviewed by a little girl who hosts her own show on a local public access cable channel. Then, I got into my harness, and crew finished attaching all of the balloons to me. I walked over to the grassy field at the north end of the parking lot to launch with the hot-air balloons. David straightened out all the strings of my balloons while we waited for the other pilots to finish inflating. |
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The hot-air balloons began to lift off. Crew released me, and my balloons carried me up into the skies of Maine. |
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