One of the things I loved about living in Albuquerque was the annual Balloon Fiesta, the biggest celebration of ballooning in the world.

When I lived there, my house was about a mile from Balloon Fiesta Park. Every morning there would be the dawn patrol when there would be an ascension before the sunrise. It was magnificent. For some reason, though, the sound of the heaters or the sight of the shapes flying overhead would drive local dogs crazy. Never bothered Sam, though.

Anyway, I’m counting on some friends out there to send me some cool pics (hint, hint).