
Christmas Eve we woke up quite a bit before the sun was up for a Hot Air Balloon Ride. If any of you reading this know me really well you would know that I have only a couple of phobias the first being Apiphobia, and the second is Acrophobia. Bees and heights! It was a lot of fun to go up in the balloon, but you look down at a towering 6,000 ft over the side, and then wonder if that wicker basket is going to fall out beneath you while you fly down to your death. Pat (our pilot) said not to worry about the height, you apparently hit maximum velocity at 300 ft just as well 6,000 either way you are dead!!!! Christian was excited the whole time. Christine looked beautiful up there, and I, well I was clinging on for dear life. We were up for roughly an hour and a half. I would like to thank my Dad and Teresa for taking us. Casey helped out with Christian. I snagged some rocks from where we had landed and cut them so we could all have memory rocks. We had a gourmet breakfast waiting for us in the middle of the desert when we had landed. We all had a great time.
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that's awesome! I've always wanted to do that!
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