On Sunday,at 8AM, we wander into Central Park with morning coffee in hand. We swing by "the balloon" assuming that it would still be grounded because the breeze felt just as strong as the Saturday breeze that had forced cancellation of all flights. We were surprised to find it in operation, and the line short!
Here's a video of our ascent. The first ranks of buildings that skirt the park made me feel as if I were in the centre of Stonehenge. The slow and silent turning of the balloon made the impact of the view both stunning and calming.
Here we look south. That's the old Plaza Hotel on the left.
Here, we look west at our neighborhood. That's the Dakota on the left.
Here are the Bow Bridge and the Ramble. If those trees could talk.
Here is a video of our descent.