Balloon Fiesta in Albuquerque

Had it not been for a friendly chat while doing laundry in Moab, Bill and I would not have found ourselves waiting for a bus at five in the morning Saturday in Albuquerque. Upon leaving Moab, we got the crazy idea from a random stranger in the laundromat to go to the opening day at the balloon fiesta. And as luck would have it, we were able to find a campsite, purchase tickets, park the van and enjoy the magical splendor of mass ascension at sunrise. Awesome!