(Photo credit to Asheville Balloon Rides)
I think we will take this hot air ballon trip over Asheville and the French Broad River sometime as the colors change this fall. There’s a whisper of the changing season here in the mountains: the corn has been harvested, cooler weather crops are going in and the view from the house is slightly different as the sun sets a bit more to the southwest. I’m loving it, although today was the first day it hasn’t rained in three and I spent it organizing (FINALLY) my studio/workshop space. That’s because more rain was predicted and I just couldn’t shift gears once I was headed down that path. Watch. Tomorrow, when gardening is on the schedule, it will rain. I have some lovely photos of garden gifts that have come to me from neighbors here and I’ll get those up. Anyway, hope you’ve been having a lovely weekend in your neck of the woods. Oh! Balloon rides reminds me of this:
A woman in a hot air balloon realized that she was lost. She lowered her altitude and spotted a man in a boat below. She shouted to him, “Excuse me, can you help me? I promised a friend that I would meet him an hour ago, but I don’t know where I am.”
The man consulted his portable GPS and replied, “You’re in a hot air balloon, approximately 30 feet above ground elevation of 2,346 feet above sea level. You are at 31 degrees, 14.97 minutes north latitude and 100 degrees, 49.09 minutes west longitude.
She rolled her eyes and said, “You must be an Obama Democrat.”
“I am,” replied the man. “How did you know?”
“Well,” answered the balloonist, “everything you told me is technically correct. But I have no idea what to do with your information, and I’m still lost. Frankly, you’ve not been much help to me.”
The man smiled and responded, “You must be a Republican.”
“I am,” replied the balloonist. “How did you know?”
“Well,” said the man, “you don’t know where you are or where you are going. You’ve risen to where you are due to a large quantity of hot air. You made a promise you have no idea how to keep, and you expect me to solve your problem. You’re in exactly the same position you were in before we met, but somehow, now it’s my fault.