If I wasn’t so obsessed about getting photographs from above the canyons I would never have been there in the first place. Not only do you fly around in a picnic basket, there’s no way to steer these things.
Did I mention the flaming propane tank by your head? Wear a hat.
All that craziness changes once the people below let you go free. It’s hard to believe how gentle and soft you fly off. Not once did we feel any bumps, or even motion. A soft breeze, that’s it. Amazing but the height never occurred to anyone, not even me.
I got all the shots from above I could want. Sunrise, buttes, and hills.
It was so comfortable I took my time composing images and taking different exposures.
Before you know it, time to land.
It turns out just fine.