Experiences labelled with 'special shapes rodeo'
It was just after 5 a.m. when I forced myself out of bed, packed on three layers of clothes (to be peeled off later when the desert sun peaked) and sped down Interstate 25 toward the Albuquerque Balloon Fiesta. When we arrived, the sun was barely starting to peek over the tips of Sandia Peak, which cast a strange glow down the mountain's sheer facade. All around us, the empty fabrics of hot air balloons lay flat and dormant on the ground awaiting the blazing heat of inflation and the start of the Albuquerque Balloon Fiesta. The high desert air was cool and crisp, and my breath shot out of my mouth in a white puff as I shivered a little. A small wooden stand ...
