Last weekend was the famous Quechee Balloon Festival. It's quite the event for this area, well any area... After all, it's not everyday where you have the chance to see a dozen or two hot air balloons inflate right in your backyard. Naturally my camera and I weren't going to miss it.
A year ago I was very pregnant standing in a golf course, that is now ravaged from Hurricane Irene, patiently waiting to photograph the balloons. That one free evening I had they never launched. I pouted, but vowed that next year I would be sure to get the photos I had hoped for.
Flash forward to this year and my bad luck still continued. The first morning of the balloon launch I woke up early, dodged traffic, and found a wonderful spot on a mist covered pond to watch the balloons. Unfortunately, my memory card for my camera was left behind. Round 1 was a failure for photos. Later that evening I packed up Emily and brought her with me, along with my memory card, to a hill top location where we had a perfect view of the festival. Emily sat in the tall grass and waited patiently for two hours, but the conditions weren't right for a launch. No balloons or pictures that time.
Finally, the third time was the charm. I woke up exceptionally early, grabbed Emily, and headed to our spot in the field. We saw two dozen balloons inflate and take off. While Emily didn't really take much notice I was finally able to get several photos. Then I hopped in my car and "chased" after them in search of their landing spot.
The whole adventure lasted just under an hour, but it was worth it to finally see them go up and get some photos!