Imagine yourself adrift aboard a bubble in the wind. The quiet, peaceful serenity of floating gently on the breeze, lightly brushing the corn silks or drifting silently above a meandering stream.

The silence is briefly interrupted as your pilot burns, adding heat to the bubble that keeps you aloft.

Then back to the silence as you climb, up above the tree tops from where you gaze downward to see a fox, a rabbit, or perhaps a pheasant as they scurry through the brush. Birds passing by beneath you, seemingly unaware of your presence. This is the joy that is Hot Air Ballooning.