Winds were calm, aka, non-existant. They called a fly in task, tip the out house. One of the first balloons in hit it, and of course, we were just taking off right when Aaron Gebhart hit the port-a-pot. Dad was the last one off, and he was accompanied by a very excited Brandon (on his 3rd flight, hence the three fingers.) Dad took off north-west of the field, missed the field & flew right over the parking lot (which is a no-no to land in). He flew on for a few miles & had a very soft road landing right at sunset. With all the water, the bugs were nasty & it was "hu-mug-ity" (new word provided by JoAnn).
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