So we jumped in the convertible and went on the chase.
K. watching balloons.
G. laying in the back seat of the convertible. He figured that was the best view of any.
Granddad came armed with hot chocolate with a touch of cinnamon.
You don't see many balloons because by the time we mobilized everyone we got to the balloons kinda late. Many were already packed up, but it was still fun. Not to worry that was just the first weekend of Balloon Fiesta. Little did we know the balloons would soon come to us. Literally.
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