Goddard and David Harwell, who were going to fly their hot-air balloons
along with me, showed up at about five-thirty. They had driven down from
Griffin, an hour to the north, and reported seeing some flags standing
straight out from their poles on the way, although in Reynolds it was
still calm. This was probably due to the fact that we were we were in
a relatively low spot near the Flint River.
launched a helium-filled toy balloon, and saw it move out at a moderate
pace for the first hundred feet or so, then shoot off rapidly toward the
east. It was not ideal, the main risk being that the high winds might
drop down to the ground and make landings rough and possibly dangerous.
I decided that I would fly, but not go higher than a thousand feet or
so, and not stay in the air too long. John and David thought this was
reasonable, and started getting their balloons inflated.