For it was the New York State Festival of Balloons.
And balloons there were!
We were off like a pack of, well…
Once to Dansville (about a hour and a half) we were bombarded by NO COOLERS NO PETS NO ALCOHOL signage.
Figuring this was to increase profits, we began The Search for Frosty Beverages.
“Hmmmm”, I said to whoever would listen. “Check out the Jesus Fish on that food stand!”
“That’s an odd thing to put on a taco truck…” (“Jesus is Lord”)
And after we located a changing station (sponsored by Grace Baptist Church of Dansville), it occurred to us that Dansville was Dry County.
Tears dried, we continued on our day.
One of the attractions was a former balloon (held together with duct tape) which was just filled with cool air.
Let me tell you, the side of those things are deceiving.
While I got my dollars admission worth, Baby Teppo was less excited…
Things started taking off (pun intended) and I forgot how much I really enjoyed going ballooning.
Not that I’ve been in a balloon (that 2nd anniversary gift certificate is still in my sock drawer, poor timing on our part), but back in Michigan, they used to have a balloon festival.
Watching those balloons float off into the distance…
Dunno… soothes the soul or something.
Then again, a pair of baby’s baby blues don’t hurt either…