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So I opted to continue south, eying the GPS a bit nervously and adjusting my altitude try to keep myself from drifting out of the valley completely. Eventually, three or four miles from launch, my efforts were rewarded: the valley broadened out, and I was no longer on the very edge of it. I relaxed, happy to be headed for "Kansas". |


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I floated on, enjoying the view of the Pioneer Valley. I passed over the Deerfield River, which flows in from the west to join the Connecticut River south of Greenfield. I began following Interstate 91 to the south. |


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Several miles behind me, I could see most of the hot-air balloons landing. I continued south along the west side of the Interstate. |

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dropped a lot of ballast, watching the chase vehicles whiz past below
me on the road as I climbed steeply to just clear the treetops. Over the
trees I glimpsed a broad lawn before the parking lot and the big warehouse
building, and I immediately cut away balloons to arrest my climb and get
me into a descent. I saw the crew vehicles pulling up on the driveway
at the far end of the complex, and crew ran in to meet me. I tossed a
drop-line, just as insurance,but my descent took me down perfectly onto
that wonderful lawn. |


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We drove back to the college and had a small libation to celebrate the morning's events. Paul, as it turned out, had disregarded his own advice about staying in the valley that morning. He'd gone high, and went zipping off to the west deep into the woods. But he poked around a bit, down in a valley, and eventually he found a place to land. Things have a way of working out. |

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