Floating down Napa Valley had been a wish of mine for the last two years, but riding in a hot air balloon had been a dream of mine since I was a wee lass when I would see the balloon flying past at our farm in Illinois when I was five.
Last Christmas Stephen and I tried to go on a ride, but the wind had been wrong, so we tried again, and today was PERFECT! We got to go up to 3,000 feet and up there we could see San Francisco, the Pacific Ocean to the West, and the mountains by Lake Tahoe to the East.My in-laws came out to the park where we landed because it was close to their house!
Our pilot photo bombed our last photo, and I’m glad we have him preserved in the memories from this wonderful day! Seeing San Francisco from above reminds me how small my troubles really are–if a grand city is really that tiny–what is managing grouchy junior highers at work? A refreshing peace came into my soul. Floating above the earth helped me choose to remember to stay peaceful through whatever 2017 holds.