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I floated on over wooded hills. |
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Finally, I crested a rise and saw a large field ahead. |
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I called Gary and Carol on the radio, and had them check with our local crew volunteers about what lay out ahead in the direction I was going. Mostly trees, was the answer, which was pretty much all I could see out to the horizon. I decided to land. |
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..and I floated down slowly... |
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...to a soft landing among the cut cornstalks, in Sheffield, Massachusetts. I was in what the locals call the Mile-Long Corn Field. My crew arrived and walked me out to the road. |
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| Local residents came out to see the cluster balloon, and to take a few balloons home. |
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| The day was warming up as we put the last of my equipment away, and headed back to Connecticut. |
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