Up, up and away

It was another beautiful crisp morning, and when Paul and I got over to the cemeteries at perhaps 7:45, here’s what we saw, lifting off from the unused part of New North:


There were four or five of these fellows—the others were already in the air. They floated south at first, then the breeze began to take them west, which struck me as not good. There’s a high ridge there, wooded, with fewer meadows and fields for safe landings.

But they certainly made a jolly sight as they passed over the schoolyard.


We actually caught up with one. At first, we could hear the roaring of its propane burner, but when we looked up, we couldn’t see it. Until we looked directly overhead.