We flew from San Angelo to Albuquerque--really where this whole trip had it origins. Jim was with Hope Christian School in Washington, DC this last spring; and they invited him to come for a visit. They said we should come during the Balloon Fiesta; so that is just what we did. We landed on a Saturday afternoon and were picked up by the principal of the school who lent us a car to use while we were in New Mexico. On Saturday night we spent the night with two of Glenda's cousins. Now here is the unusual part: Liz is Jeannie Marie's sister (a McClure) and Craig is Glenda's Uncle James' son (a McKinley). Apparently, Glenda's grandad wasn't the only one drawn to a McClure (Grannymac). Keeping this all straight is not good for someone with Ol' Timers' disease. Craig's son told us all about the Balloon Fiesta and told us we better not miss it. They gave us directions to the park, and we were off at 6 a.m. to experience an extravaganza. We got there in time to see the dawn patrol rise into the air--about six or eight balloons to test the conditions aloft. It was something to see them fire their propane burners in their balloons against a black sky. I will show you some of those we were with while on this last segment of our trip, and then I will post several balloon pictures that you can enjoy. While at the school I was given the privilege of teaching 5 segments of 7th graders, and during my first class right outside the school's windows hundreds of balloons were rising in the sky.
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