Massachusetts (cont'd)






I floated off down the valley with the hot-air balloons.














I ascended slowly, watching my GPS to see which altitude had the wind that would keep me over the valley. I corrected my altitude several times but the best I could do was to follow the very edge of the valley to the south, flying over the outermost set of houses and fields before the land rose into the wooded hills that bordered the valley on the west.


As time passed, I moved out ahead of the pack. Some of the hot-air balloons seemed to be keeping a bit further inside the valley than me, but not much; while a few just gave up on the valley, and went up high where they moved off to the west at a good clip. I thought about doing that, but looking west, all I could see was trees.


Quite a few trees.


Well actually, a whole lot of trees.