I flew north from the airport, following Steve along the the Wisconsin River through Wausau.

 

 

 

 

 

 

One of the spectators back at the airport had asked me to take a picture of this patch for his son, who was serving in the 16th Airborne Command and Control Squadron of the Air Force.

 

I'm not much of a fan of pink, left to my own devices. But now that the Ladies of the Full Moon had talked me into it, I had to admit that I was looking very pretty with my pink balloon cluster and its white polka dots. I wondered where I could find matching accessories, like a fuchsia helmet and ballast bags.

 

 

Steve put down the cube balloon at the north end of Wausau, and the other balloons began to try to see how close to him they could land, for the competition. Since there was over an hour of daylight remaining, I decided to continue north over the woods and farmland beyond.