blue heron skim the surface of the little lake. Further up, I see the three other small hot air balloons accenting the sky. After a few “oh-my-gosh-don’tlook-down” exclamations, it is a peaceful floating. Behr explains how he can control the up-and-down movement of the balloon, but nothing more direction-wise, saying, “I haven’t known where I’ve gone for 43 years.” September/October 2013 | DE 12