This is one of my absolute favorite things to do in Colorado. Every Labor Day, a huge balloon race/festival takes place downtown at Memorial Park. This has been going on for as long as I can remember. I have tons of childhood memories of watching the balloons take off in the distance from my back yard. Many years we were even lucky enough to have the wind carry them our way, right over our heads. One year there were even a few that landed in fields in our neighborhood. The biggest challenge about the Balloon Fest is waking up early enough to get down to the park. The balloons take off early, seriously early. We managed to get the family out this year on the last day. Windy, rainy weather put a bit of a damper on things this year. Surprisingly, Bree was a little bit nervous around the bright balloons. The loud noise from the heater and the warmth radiating from the fire caused her some concern. (I'm always secretly glad when she shows some trepidation, she is usually so fearless and that worries me for her safety.)
On a side note, I am feeling embarrassed that I am still so behind with this blog! Hoping the tiredness of the first trimester of pregnancy will end soon...









