Adam planned the majority of my birthday trip, since I planned his, and one of the things he surprised me with was a hot air balloon trip.
The funny thing is for the past two years, I’ve fallen in love with taking open door helicopter trips, where you’re zipping literally 150 miles per hour, weaving between major skyscrapers, and yet I never got queasy until I found myself in a hot air balloon basket, going at a brisk three miles per hour.
The hot air balloon company told me that it get’s usually around 90 degrees in the air!
It’s All Wild to keep me warm in the early morning, but still the right temperature when we got up in that hot balloon.